Driving around a strange city, Celia finds herself near the Acme factory. Is this the place where all those Road Runner contraptions were made? The opaque factory, with its peeling paint, unreadable purpose, and everyman name teases us to react, whether with curiosity, amusement, or self-righteous dismay. Acme has the effrontery to operate in America, thriving on entropy, mystery, and decay.
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