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There is a strange landscape east of London which fascinates me. Once past the Isle of Dogs and the industrial outskirts there are miles and miles of pylons spread across nondescript flatland. I suppose these are the metropolis' powerfields: whatever, I am sympathetic to the lone wind turbine.
Kinda like that protestor standing in front of the tanks in Tiananmen Square, Beijing, '89.

bravely producing 0.00000000000000000000001% of our electricity