The Monuments of Passaic, New Jersey

Robert Smithson
1967

He laughed softly. I know. There’s no way out. Not through the Barrier. Maybe that isn’t what I want, after all. But this—this—’ He stared at the Monument. ‘It seems all wrong sometimes. I just can’t explain it. It’s the whole city. It makes me feel haywire. Then I get these flashes—’

—Henry Kuttner, Jesting Pilot

. . . today our unsophisticated cameras re- cord in their own way our hastily assembled and painted world.

—Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading