Overcast and grey. Nothing in my view but the industry and swamps. It is hot and humid, but calm. The darker clouds begin to move in over the huge oil tanks and factories. A 747 flies over, looking for shelter at the airport. The rain begins slowly as the traffic crawls along. The lyrics of the song on the radio match the scene:

“Welcome my son,
Welcome to the machine.
Where have you been?
It’s alright we know where you’ve been.
You’ve been in the pipeline,
filling your time…”

Just another summer day in New Jersey.