I intentionally over-exposed this photograph to create a sense of isolation. With the edges washed out, the pallets overwhelm your eyes. They invoke a feeling of claustrophobia. There's no place to go. And like the pallets, the viewer is at a literal tipping point. So what do they do? Stand by and allow themselves to be supported by the metaphorical barbed wire fence (aka: the industrial prison complex)? Or stand tall and try to right the ills of our "crooked" society. As much as anything, this photograph is a call to action.