This is a piece about a moment on the new jersey turnpike, during a storm. the clouds, however, do not reference themselves, but rather, constructed tanks in a field of factories.
upon first glance, I truly believed them to be clouds, but I kept looking and realized the truth that the forms held within their weighted mass.
painted white clouds on the ground of the gray sky.
false white;
almost invisible.
artificial structures–
smooth, weightless….
thousands of pounds.
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