A series of speakers running through the site.
Each playing a different piece of underground
music. And each allowing people to plug in mp3
players and download the tracks there and then.
Mp3 vending machines. A shop without boundaries.
A shop as destination and thoroughfare; As much
for the office workers of Fountain Precinct as
the bright young things of Division Street. A shop
where at night light dances from the speakers in
time with the music. A shop as exciting as the
bars, clubs and venues that surround it.

I appreciate this is random, without the work it describes, but does it read alright? Does it seem pretentious? I've had four hours sleep and my mind isn't working right...