Scenes from America’s Taj Mahal

Surveillance signs say Krishna is Watching. A life-sized plastic elephant sleeps in the parking lot.

Big Wheeling Creek Road runs through the hills of West Virginia and dips straight into the uncanny valley where a pair of thirty-foot gurus dance against the naked winter trees. Maybe it’s their bug-eyed grins, flowy arms, or brightly painted skin — something about these statues bothers the soul. They’re too lifelike. Too chipper. And they’ve deeply complicated my ideas about West Virginia.

Notes from the end of a world. Searching for faith in the digital age.

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