Something that Reminds Me of Gatsby

Every day on my drive to work, I pass this an eyeglass shop. It seems no matter what time day or night, the neon is lit. Two seasons per year, when I'm driving to work right around dawn, this sign reminds me of a paragraph from The Great Gatsby.

But above the gray land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg. The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic-their retinas are one yard high. They look out of no face, but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a non-existent nose. Evidently some wild wag of an oculist set them there to fatten his practice in the borough of Queens, and then sank down himself into eternal blindness, or forgot them and moved away. But his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Ok. So the glasses aren't even close to that scale, and I wouldn't say that the area is wasteland (there's a pizza place just next door! - And we like that pizza!). But it's always a pleasant reminder to me, from one of my favorite books.