And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
A squat in the basement of the Temple Opera Block. When the residents were evicted by Duluth Police in 2013, they said their favorite part of living there was that the steam pipes kept it warm all winter long for free.
Cobbled walkways followed the assembly lines.
Snow flies across the frame as the sunken cribbing freezes bellow the concrete.
Depending on the position of the valve, flour could be routed from the filtering process back into a mill.
It seemed the only way to get a view of the room was to climb above the mounds of rotting donations, now not even fit to burn.
One of the ugly modern staircases.
The basement of the laboratories is the home of the ore grinder. I’m sure it was noisy.