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.
Coded writing on a pillar in one of the assembly buildings.
A typical narrow hallway at Birtle.
Looking through the washer that is the first stop for the dredgings.
If you look close you can see a figure on the water tower.
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”)
To run new gutters through the building, some of the plaster walls of the Chateau had to be smashed through.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Seven TV sets and not one shows my reflection. I’d also like to point out not two of these are the same.