A dystopian incense of agarwood, costus, mentholated tobacco, steam-heated radiators, and old machinery.

We plan, even now, to raise, beyond them all, 
Thy great Cathedral, sacred Industry—no tomb, 
A Keep for life for practical Invention. 

As in a waking vision, 
E’en while I chant, I see it rise—I scan and prophesy outside and in,
Its manifold ensemble.   

- Walt Whitman

Art: Incense of a New Church by Charles Demuth 1921