This former chemical factory is slowly being pulled down. It's the one post-industrial location I previously found the guts to take pictures of myself in. A big, desolate space, feeling scared of being chanced upon at any moment. Windy weather constantly lifted a big corrugated metal sheet suspended over the frontage, and each time it fell back it sent a thunderous boom reverberating through the whole building. If I wasn't shaking enough already.
