When a big motor rusted free of its ceiling mount, it smashed onto this workbench.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
The office for the Government (Dominion) Elevator had a nice hat collection left over.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
Looking up to the second floor of the Nitrating House, where cotton would be soaked in nitric acid. These brought cotton into the building.
In the nitrating house.
The hoist room, before it was used for storage.
One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.
Looking through the center of a scrapped generator, its copper long scrapped.