The area in question is relatively small. Two by one centimeters to be exact. About the size of two shirt buttons set side-by-side.

It is comprised of matter that is common and plain, making it, by itself, common and plain. But its location, its placement, makes this otherwise ordinary area different, noticeable, fixating. But in a bad way. It stands out. Something about it doesn’t fit. Makes it look huge and weird. Yet it sits right where it is supposed to sit – where it always has – doing what it is supposed to do, no more out of position than a bar on Lackawanna Avenue. Something about this area is off-putting though; as much as a trailer park would be popping up in Aurora Heights. Something about it is ugly.