it is fascinating how a zone of dead industry becomes a sanctuary of birds and a colony of guileless art, yet retaining it's air of monolithic menace, and the ghosts of the people who worked there at making a family, a community, and the produce of violent empire, only to be let go, released to the ravenous fate of the market, to make their way with the moss and birds and the scattered iron pellets and the fishes that live in the startling colored water. yes, it is fascinating to witness the survivors of empire become living ghosts.