boiler room in our 28-unit
building is hot and loud--the furnace
and a lattice of superheated metal pipes bakes it like a sauna. The
Steam Plant must
have been a hundred times worse. Now it
sits quiet and cool beside
Boeing Field, except when local arts
it as set for their plays,
music, dance, or installations. For the dead
of a coal-fired power plant it's surprisingly
lively and inviting.
the past whispered through the air as Drone
composition by Evans and Teske gently vibrated
the cavernous space.