This machine was last overhauled in February 1955, and last turned out Crepe silk, probably dress material.
Clothing and a guest bed left behind.
This volume gauge could be read from 30 feet away, which is useful when the control panels and valves are that far away.
On the desk of an optometrist’s office.
What looks to be a skip for repairing the dock, in the concrete steeple.
One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.