|The lurid green is beautiful, like a paint pour - an aesthetic prompt for the alarming reality that to breathe this stuff is toxic in the extreme. Its stench equals formaldehyde in a dissection room.|
|The algae forms a sticky muck, untenable for breathing.|
|Inhabited by bugs and flying creatures.|
|Stagnation meets fresh water.|
The Anthropocene Age must redefine the balance of human presence in nature as our points of intersection become increasingly synthetic.