Looking out at the abandoned neighborhood around the house.
This room’s trim was unlike the others. Perhaps it was for a live in supervisor.
The dock is still lit at night and it casts shadows over the rust-welded ore doors.
Lights over the emergency slides. A veritable overgrown city in the background.
Wind-battered catwalk lights between the shaft house and headframe/rockhouse building.
It’s pretty unusual to find a fireplace like this in the midst of a factory.
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.
As if they were planning to move the furniture out of the hospital, it all sits in the main hallway in the ground floor.