Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
Fall in line, act skinny, watch out for low hanging pipes. Don’t ask me where in the maze this was… 90% of the plant looked like this; vast rooms and catwalks with crisscrossing pipes and valves.
Point me to the blast furnace.
The buildings were level with one another, so one could look through as many as a dozen factory floors from one window.
A typical stretch of the assembly line.
The company labs. If you can believe it, this area is even more destroyed today.
In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.