Pyramiden is a Soviet coal town on Svalbard, at 78 degrees north, abandoned in 1998 and never demolished. The people left within weeks and took almost nothing, so the canteen, the sports hall and the dormitories stand as they were. At this latitude almost nothing rots, and the cold has held the place at the year it stopped. The granite Lenin on the square is the northernmost monument to him anywhere, and he is not facing the town. He faces out over the rooftops towards the ice, and from behind him you get the bust, the apartment blocks and the glacier in one view. The lawn at his feet is not Arctic ground. Soil was brought north by ship so that Pyramiden could have grass, and it still comes up green every summer.
Inside the Palace of Culture a Red October grand piano stands on the stage in front of rows of red seats. It is the northernmost grand piano in the world, hauled up by ship so that miners at 78 north could have concerts. Nobody used street addresses. The blocks had names instead: London for the single men, Paris for the few unmarried women, the Crazy House for families, after the children who ran riot in its corridors. Down at the quay the crawler crane and conveyor tower stand where they stopped, paint blistering off the steel. Three faded pink chairs face the water on the same pier, as if somebody had got up a moment before you arrived. The approach is half the trip: hours of open water past ice and bird cliffs before the town shows itself to you as a low grey line under its mountain. One thing here is not standing still. Kittiwakes have taken the Crazy House for a sea cliff — to a kittiwake a ledge is a ledge — and they pack its window ledges by the hundred, screaming over the empty square around you all summer. Researchers counted about 380 nests in 2024, and the guano below them is already acidifying the ground: a bird cliff is forming on the front of a Soviet apartment block.