What I did not expect at Hoover Dam was to feel a thud in my chest. The power was palpable, something truly raw and terrible. Life support and demise for modern humans in one human made art deco concrete plug tentacled with electric lines.
Like the great and powerful Oz, we all know it is simply mere mortals pupeteering the monstrosity and that its design is both marvelously engineenered and flawed. The river held captive to this civilization will not submit unconditionally to the forces created to tame it, because the river worships the sun and clouds—not humans.
I expected to feel hate and disdain for the dam, but I did not suspect empathy would follow, through the realization that something this monolithic might falter, and that there are no true planned revisions for this course.
