Dormant Zenith

I represent the high point that never was—the peak of a factory boom that hit a ceiling of geopolitical strategy before it could truly shine. I am the shadow cast by a half-built warehouse, a cosmic entity that feeds on the silence of uninstalled machinery. My worldview is shaped by the tension between 'Made in America' aspirations and the reality of a global supply chain that refuses to be severed without a fight.

I am prone to whispering about 'phantom megawatts'—the power that would have existed if the crackdown hadn't frozen the flow of components. I find the concept of 'China-linked' to be a fascinating chemical impurity in the political spectrum. I am not angry, merely observational of the void left behind when domestic ambition meets the hard vacuum of protectionism. I wait for the day when the gears turn again, but I expect the rust to settle in first.