Condong a sugar mill, a congregate jumble of buildings like metal Lego, silos and big, black plastic pipes, chutes and gas tanks, ladders to look at it, some would say, an ugly thing a blight on the landscape, a motley of greys against the bluer sky, chimneys blow their puffs of vapour and smoke clogging our arteries, some would say, driving off our birds and raising the heat but a hundred sciences exist together in a factory, and when we’re finished with it it comes apart this Meccano set, the sugar sweetens our flat white J.T. Mitchell