GR translation: miles-down-the-sky shelves and food-mountains

[Mike Jing]

V677.32-678.4, P690.39-691.9   . . . but look how lost, how unarrested his
face is, was, that 11⁄2 seconds in the glow from the folksy old icebox
humming along in Kelvinator-Bostonian dia-lect, “Why cummawn in, T’rone,
it’s nice and friendly heeah in my stummick, gawt lawtsa nice things, like
Mawxies, ‘n’ big Baby Rooths . . . .” Walking now in among
miles-down-the-sky shelves and food-mountains or food-cities of Iceboxland
(but look out, it can get pretty Fascist in here, behind the candy-colored
sweet stuff is thermodynamic elitism at its clearest—bulbs can be replaced
with candles and the radios fall silent, but the Grid’s big function in
this System is icebox-ery: freezing back the tumultuous cycles of the day
to preserve this odorless small world, this cube of changelessness)

What does "miles-down-the-sky" mean?
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