A bedroom, from the basement. The Dog Days are Over.
Sugar mills have endless numbers of pipes, washers, seals, and flanges to connect all of the equipment. This is where the spare parts were all stored by size and rating.
One of the four fire alarm panels in the power station.
The the left, the nitrating line in War City. To the right, War City’s sole suburb, Charlestown, IN.
I did not take the escape ladder to the surface, but I am told it pops up in the middle of a hill next to the missile silo doors.
A tunnel between the outside gate and the courtyard shared by the barracks.
Above the altar are faded murals. Here’s the Holy Grail.
Looking up at the network of elevators at the Saskatchewan Wheat Pool. Its train shed doors stand open under the void where conveyors should be. You can see where they used to connect on the left and right. The outside of the building is covered in racist graffiti.