“...My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; - Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! - Nothing
beside remains. Round the decay - Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare - The lone and level
sands stretch far away.”
---From Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Ozymandias
The following depictions of industrial structures spotted across the Kentucky landscape should seem familiar to many. Monolithic and long left to the sands of time, their forms may vary across many iterations in the name of progress and invention. Telephone lines, water towers, and ice storage facilities stand tall across generations, shedding their mineral skin. They are tactile and gritty, monuments to production and efficiency, abandoned. Long after you are gone, the vats that delivered asphalt to under your feet, and the wires which carried your messages through the air will still be standing.
Vacant of purpose, let us see this mess of iron, steel, wire, and concrete as headstones, cenotaphs, and paths for the pilgrims who have forgotten us.
beside remains. Round the decay - Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare - The lone and level
sands stretch far away.”
---From Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Ozymandias
The following depictions of industrial structures spotted across the Kentucky landscape should seem familiar to many. Monolithic and long left to the sands of time, their forms may vary across many iterations in the name of progress and invention. Telephone lines, water towers, and ice storage facilities stand tall across generations, shedding their mineral skin. They are tactile and gritty, monuments to production and efficiency, abandoned. Long after you are gone, the vats that delivered asphalt to under your feet, and the wires which carried your messages through the air will still be standing.
Vacant of purpose, let us see this mess of iron, steel, wire, and concrete as headstones, cenotaphs, and paths for the pilgrims who have forgotten us.
