Gaskets still organized on nails beside the power plant. This used to be a maintenance room, but since its roof and walls were torn down, it’s not any kind of room.
Someone’s abandoned to-do list.
The women of the hospital made clothes for the other patients.
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.
The chalkboard in the filtering plant reminds new visitors of the last day.
One of many photos pasted to the walls of the ADM-4 workhouse. This shows a minor derailment near Spencer Kellogg & Sons’ linseed oil factory.
Instructional film strips on the floor of a second floor closer.
Work never done.
The mark of a long producing mine is these racks of thousands of core samples, stored next to the capped mine shaft.