Right off the bike path is a rusted world of abandoned factories. Huge chunks of obsolete equipment sit in the sun, more amazing than any sculpture. An old 18-wheeler is half hidden in the weeds. It appears scrappers may be organizing some of the remains. It could take a man's lifetime to empty the buildings and sell all the scrap metal. Graffiti artists have marked the territory again and again while someone has tried unsuccessfully to blot them out. This world is both invisible and wide open.
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