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.
I can confirm the existence of the long-rumored Federal Rectangle Research Institute labs.
Looking through a launcher doorway at an outbuilding… the fire truck garage, if I recall correctly. Fomapan medium format in Pentax 67.
The incinerator’s hardened steel door… useless, but still sexy in a heavy-industrial kind of way.
The meticulously tiled dry house shower floor–cracked by frost.
What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.