hellingly | the gt hine lock-in
12|09|04

Hellingly, like many other asylums, was remote. Built on a hilltop in a rural area, the views and fresh air considered beneficiary for the patients. Other the years, many were swallowed by suburban sprawl, and when they closed, the neighbourhood vandals would walk in and smash them up. But Hellingly was still alone, still in fields, only visited by ramblers and the curious. The vandalsí had to travel. And they travelled long distances and then felt compelled to smash everything.