No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.
A natural reaction with this kind of view.
Miscellaneous math and strange instructions remain all across the shipment section walls. Sadly, this section likely fell into disrepair before the others.
Looking through the trestle toward the ghost town.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
Chutes from a hundred machines interconnect to more machines and chutes on a dozen factory floors.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.
A little welding art one crosses over near the windlass room.