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| North-East Leicester, July 2020 |
Abandoning the major route here, we can explore a less familiar transit. A descent into the functional underbelly is undertaken.
From this particular vantage point, a section of the city's gut is exposed to view. Immense steel jaws churn. Slow digestive processes are enacted in a pit of mangled metals.
Elements await sorting in this randomised terrain. The reclamation of some value is pitted against slow oxidisation. This is a crucible for the basest, last-ditch alchemies.
High on its promontory, the isolated cell is individuated against an implacable corrugated cliff. The rearward aspect is undeniable. It is elevated above chaos as a sole beacon of control. Some attempt at surface preservation has been attempted. Certain tokens of security adhere.
Gazing across the corroded abyss, we can imagine ascending the gantry to that solitary capsule. Turning from a grime-encrusted control panel, might we be consumed in the tortuous grind?
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