Island

An isolated gas station at night is a place in and of itself. This island of light in the middle of the inky black night sits waiting like a stage lit scene where anything, or nothing, could happen next. It is an oasis where people and vehicles will migrate, cross paths and head off in different directions; or it will sit empty for hours until the sunrise. Without even the need for an attendant, the island is a self-service segue from one dot in the night to another.