Even in monochrome, you can probably tell what colors were over Hastings that evening: Red, White, and Blue.
This load of lime seems to have been left right where it was loaded.
Ava between ammo warehouses and railroads.
On the desk of an optometrist’s office.
In the steam plant, steam pipes bundled in canvas and asbestos criss-cross the walls.
I don’t think we’re anywhere near maximum pressure anymore.
No Bibles were left in the pews, only golf pencils.
It was obvious which parts of the hospital were the newest, by their relative utter self destruction. It’s comforting to the Cubical Dwellers, I think, to know that as soon as the power and plumbing are disconnected that all hell will break loose and dismantle their suspended ceilings, drywall boxes and fluorescent suns in no time at all.