I am an urban explorer. I am enticed by what is behind the functioning façade of striated city space. Beyond the liminal zone of black hoarding that surrounds a derelict factory like a wagon circle, secrets reside. When the sun goes down and the city goes to sleep, I might crawl into those places quietly, taking some pictures, shooting some video, scribbling some thoughts, sitting in silence; capturing little pieces of utopia, writing myself into these hidden histories as I watch their materiality mutate slowly like a rock moving through soil, assisted by the foliage we thought we had eradicated from the clean streets out there. Little green shoots crumble brick. In fact, this is what entices me about every city, every place where humans once resided – what was left behind and forgotten; what can be experienced; which transmutations can be anticipated. There is no one here to arrest this decay; no one to tell me how it should make me feel. My research is a visual ethnography of urban exploration, a practice which involves the exploration of derelict industrial space. This paper is about what one might find in those places.