Industrial estate. Mixed reactions. My gut convulses with the forest of vehicles and slabbed office buildings, and the attempt by clean-cut hedges to offer up a facsimile of nature. I drift back to early angers about the banality of the urban world, wonder why this all exists and why I'm here among it.
Then I walk and walk through it, discovering new paths across car parks and along barbed wire. I find the recycling centre, and the martial arts studio, the software development house and the cafe with menu boards that can only ever exist in industrial estate fictions. I stop and ask people the way, watch as company staff pack away folding tables after a team exercise on the lawn. Livings and livelihoods here. Normalcy, trying to find a way to survive.
Finding the train, leaving it all behind. Mixed reactions.