The curving corridors flanking the Administration Tower are especially ornate, though the prison-like door betrays the real purpose of the building.
A high-ceilinged room where kegs would be delivered for cleaning, before they were refilled with fresh booze.
The newer tunnels were fitted with these fluorescent lights, although some skylights (block glass embedded in skywalks) let in some natural light during the day.
Chutes from a hundred machines interconnect to more machines and chutes on a dozen factory floors.
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”)
More than half a century of plans rot in the shadows, seemingly useless.
In an old ward, two men would have shared this room.
The old movie theatre sign was sitting right inside the sealed front doors.
The seminal architectural feature of the old hospital–the parts built by Illinois Central Railroad–was this staircase. Wide and graceful, adorned with paint chips and fire extinguishers, and leading from offices to surgical suites to the cafeteria.