28DL Full Member
28DL Full Member
This is a true story, sad as it is. Such is life.
Our protagonist is a homeless man, a hoarder, that has amassed a mind boggling collection of garbage in the form of all the unwanted stuff and things you can imagine, and littered the old abandoned Wellington Destructor with it. The same building that used to house and burn Toronto's garbage is once again filled with trash.
The Wellington Destructor was constructed in 1925 in Toronto's Liberty Village and immediately began burning the cities residentially collected garbage. It was one of several local incinerators responsible for decades of immense and repulsive levels of air pollution.
Now closed for several decades, the once empty Destructor is home to our protagonist and his ironic garbage collection. Even in the chaos though, everything is seemingly in it's rightful place.
The odour is more pungent and disgusting than anything I have ever encountered at any abandoned building. And trust me that is saying something. You wouldn't believe it, unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Pigeon shit covers everything in certain areas and the smell of decomposition is truly overpowering, causing a burning sensation in my nose and eyes.
The stench stayed with us all day, never letting up.
Sadly, numerous stray cats and kittens are living amidst the nastiness.
Needless to say, we didn't stay inside for long and I didn't stop to take many photographs. I was so taken aback by the odour that I just couldn't shoot. I froze up and wanted to just see it all and get the fuck out.
Organized chaos is the best way to describe it. But the photos tell the story much better than I can.
This is definitely one of the saddest stories I've ever told. My heart goes out to our protagonist, as well as the kitties, and I'm sure yours does as well.
But I can't just leave you on a sad note again, so come on a road trip to Montreal, Quebec, with us and explore another abandoned incinerator...
jermalism: Abandonment Issues: IncinÃ©rateur Dickson