Years ago, I had the privilege of being a first-row spectator on the floor of the global-experimental project for a few years. From a windswept roof-over-head view in an allotment district, I looked into one of the mini-metropolis of Copenhagen's Walled Cities*, Islands Brygge. As a massive and daily growing wall 500 meters wide, several kilometers long and anywhere between 5-15 storeys high, within a decade a monster of a district has been erected along the south-eastern part of the harbour. Perhaps 20,000 people, the equivalent of a half-sized provincial town has been crammed into about one square kilometer.
The City of the Dead
Years ago, I had the privilege of being a first-row spectator on the floor of the global-experimental project for a few years. From a windswept roof-over-head view in an allotment district, I looked into one of the mini-metropolis of Copenhagen's Walled Cities*, Islands Brygge. As a massive and daily growing wall 500 meters wide, several kilometers long and anywhere between 5-15 storeys high, within a decade a monster of a district has been erected along the south-eastern part of the harbour. Perhaps 20,000 people, the equivalent of a half-sized provincial town has been crammed into about one square kilometer.