Stockholm – it is not the city i was born in, but it is a city that I have chosen to call home. I remember the first months, years even, when I had to be alert constantly to take the right subway train or the right bus, the slight thrill of not really knowing where I was or quite how to get to where I was going.
Mind you, Stockholm is not a big city as such, the the greater Stockholm area there are somewhere around 2 million people. But the city is pretty wide; it was built low and it was build wide – the city planners preferring to expand the city rather than constructing high rises.
This has meant that as the city has expanded some of the rougher parts of town, the industry areas located at what used to be the edge of town, has become prime real estate. These little pearls of grit, concrete, auto repair shops and small to medium size business that require space and low rents – and the misfits that tend to congregate towards them are dying out – vanishing – swept away by a tidal wave of “progress” and urban development.
This photo was taken i Västberga – the last remaining of Stockholms industry areas. I am very fond of it and I have taken lots of photos out there over the last couple of years; and now I’m starting to see the signs.
Old railway cars that vanish, piles of trash vanishing – cleanliness and order are massing at the borders; and when the last bastion falls the soul of the city will be gone for ever; the only thing that will remain is a lukewarm mass of people, milling around like maggots in the decaying corpse of a city that used to be.