The urban landscapes are scattered with grey boxes, ventilation pipes and barred openings. Is this all infrastructure? Or have pirate islands long been growing like mushrooms on an inscrutable underground under the guise of public services?
While the region was once characterised by underground activities, it has become quiet between coal seams and ventilation shafts. Where once the underground was excavated at great expense and brought to light, today alongside the listed industrial plants the only reminder of the interwoven underground systems are inconspicuous ventillation pipes on supermarket car parks. Are they the only connection points to a world to which we no longer have access? Perhaps some of the manhole covers, bollards, electricity boxes, advertising pillars, exhaust pipes, transformer houses and transmission masts have long belonged together, are merely camouflaged feelers, snorkels or access points to a parallel world that merely pretends to fulfil an important purpose.