The Television Garden surrounds you on all sides as you walk towards a door. In the distance, you can see the urban and industrial landscape of South San Francisco spilling out into the Bay, huge ships and barges carrying on the business of international commerce while around you, all is serene.
The television sets are scattered like dandelions or thistles throughout the garden, all silent, their screens reflecting the outside world in a new perspective rather than pouring out electronic mediations of the earnest thoughts and plans of others.