Industripark-HÜchst is a closed-loop border nation, a gated community of corporate neighbors. Several attempts to photograph the facilities from the ground are short-circuited by jumpy guards pacing building entrances, patrolling parking lots, stationed at security checkpoints, cruising along outlying commuter roads, and blocking private transport bridges. My telephoto lens is not properly endowed for the task. The pictures are boring. They don’t say much. This works to their benefit. Nothing to see here. The offspring of Hoechst AG seem to bank on banality as a strategy for continuing to operate unnoticed. Mergers and acquisitions function as a form of confusion. Every time the name changes, associations with the past dissolve further into the abyss.
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