what does a journey consist of? we set off for this place called big marsh though i think it may have been called nothing but waste land when the factories on it were active. it was a marsh but it was probably a marsh fed by industrial run-off. now deer roam there. though we don't know what it's like inside there today as the big marsh is closed. so we set off again on a journey with the computer girl giving directions who knows where, she keeps saying turn left at every street as we pass, and in between tears for fears comes on saying everybody wants to rule the world but we just want some directions in this one, which looks like a lapsed civilization hanging on with little life left. all the proud little bungalows, crusts of waves, industry post war and endless war layers of aspiration and desperate times, and all existing in a preterite state of endlessly slowed and occasionally punctuated development, but that in between the cracks now. the waves are postindustrial now, except in the distance, beyond wolf lake. anyway we drive around a while eventually agreeing with the computer girl we ought to veer north the way we came and we're getting restless and car-assed and we need to stretch and explore something we know by now the quietude of the long abandoned u.s. steel site, where the rock climbers and the trash strewing fishermen and the angry funny graffiti makers make the landscape what it will become with the urban animals and the dreams subsidence of what was a journey in place of the bygone endlessly morphing past.