Near Detroit, a place. A real life dystopian hell
scape, complete with a polluted river, plentiful boards hosting foreboding block text, distant blast furnaces dotted in orange lights, ominous wails of horns from unseen ships, derelict buildings
with large glowing windows, large flames billowing atop smoke
stacks.
Concrete embankment on the mighty river, behind eroded concrete traffic barriers; here I stood, Alone, at 3am, In orange light cast by flame, flames of heat felt near a mile off. Through the near sky, fine copper serpents slithered between stoic metal lattices. Ground, where the trunkish steel serpents provoked from the earth minor quakes as they performed locomotion. It was pretty fucking cash.
I suggest all a-ha members make a spirit quest to this location.