r. took us to u.s. steel down by the skyway. it's peaceful there, with water birds and mosses. i filled my pockets with little irregular size and shape iron balls like ballast. the place holds a feeling like a concretehenge, massive and mysterious, relic from another civilization, a lapsed one, arcane industrial, settled into a peaceful afterlife, home to beaver and bird and moss colonies loving the taste of mellowing iron cast-offs.