What I had thought to be broken rocks was a concrete power house with its roof punched in. I could now make out the outline of two crumpled gasometers; there was a cold furnace festooned with service pipes; otherwise nothing but cockeyed telegraph poles and loops of wire in a bare waste of ashes. I had blundered into this desolate landscape as instantly as one might wake among the craters of the moon.
Ano ako had-iisip na nasira rocks ay isang tunay na kapangyarihan ng bahay na may bubong nito punched in ko ngayon ay gumawa ng outline ng dalawang lapirot gasometers; doon ay isang malamig na pugon festooned sa serbisyo ng pipes; sa kabilang banda wala ngunit cockeyed telegramahan poles at loops ng kawad sa isang hubad-aksaya ng ashes. I had blundered sa ito pinabayaan landscape bilang agad bilang isang maaaring gisingin sa hanay ng craters ng buwan.