Tide Flats, Commencement Bay
The mill on the bay processes night.
An engineered beast, it never inhales.
Workers have come and gone on the bay’s sludged tide.
The mill processes them. It manufactures my sleep.
Hans Ostrom
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The mill on the bay processes night.
An engineered beast, it never inhales.
Workers have come and gone on the bay’s sludged tide.
The mill processes them. It manufactures my sleep.
A mill on Commencement Bay dominates the scene, working through the night as if it processes darkness itself. Tide flats are low, exposed ground, so the setting feels vulnerable and grimy. The mill is an “engineered beast” that never inhales—it does not pause, breathe, or rest like a living thing.
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