The venue is introduced as “one dump bar,” with white cursive signage, a tattered awning, a faded polo pony and a green shroud. The surrounding passage piles industrial, criminal and bodily imagery around the address, making the bar a compact anchor for the district’s atmosphere.
Why a fixed address matters
651 Future St. is one of the points where Lost Eros stops behaving like an atmospheric signature and starts behaving like a city in which a reader could theoretically give directions.