Looking toward a void–formerly a hallway to the mineshaft–now a hole in the ground.
This movable chute came off its rails.
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
Behind one of the kitchens is one of the few pieces of furniture remaining. Beside it, a small electric space heater–small by 1970s standards.
Smashed TVs and stone foundations in a former common room in the basement.
The first step of the filtering process is being spun through this tube.
A scribbled note on a doorframe… lost details.
…when injection molding was the new thing that everyone was experimenting with.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.