Ask not for whom the buck stops, I thought, it stops for thee. - Ben Aaronovitch

“When you say shades, what do you mean?” I asked. “Do you mean Fae?”
“I mean everything that’s not normal,” said Mrs. Chin.
“Like New Jersey,” said Stephen.

None of this was real.
But I’ve learned that just because something isn’t real doesn’t mean it’s not important.

Here the bland 1930s art deco stylings of the station gave way to the horror that was the 1980s where every public building was deliberately crafted to look as much like a urinal as possible.