PHEEZY / Evan P. Cordes

Sometimes while passing by points of industry in the middle of nowhere I imagine I'm on one of last freight trains still operating, moving cargo to one of the last factories able to stay in business. The grain factory I'm passing at the moment is full of white tailed deer, whos diets consist largely of oat fiber left inside the factory by the people who had to shut it down. I pass a series of symetrical pools that have become more of a pond system and a heron playground than a water treatment plant. Don't they know it's the end of the world?