After screaming through the age of industrial worship, progress of the tangible is flattened, our immediate environment comes to a sharp focus. All prey has fallen. We have hunted energy, material, commodity, design, and we shall not be celebratory, as a formidable distance stands gray between the relic and modernity. Debris scattered through the foreground presenting shards, remnants of persistence and pursuit. Protrusions of such infrastructures better serve us now as coordinate beacons and offer a sheltering surveyance.