The last time the city sealed this door, they must have been changing out old road signs.
Many of the higher floors were more or less demolished–usually more. These would have been condos had ‘The Arcade’ project come to fruition. Now there are simply wide open floors punctuated only by pillars and meaningless hallways.
Tunnels interconnected all of the complex, carrying power, steam, laundry and food throughout the hospital. This is a typical causeway that would have been very busy when the hospital was operating. In some places, signs still point to defunct areas of the hospital.
Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.
On the second floor of the kettle building where corn mash was boiled, holes where tanks once sat were everywhere.
This bedroom built for a tuberculosis patient has been converted into a safe room.
I tried to hide the graffiti from my photos, but sometimes it wasn’t possible.
Aaron by the concentrator.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.