The balcony used to be beautiful, you say. I say, it still is.
When you’re incoming’s piling up with paint chips, what’s one to do? Call in a sick?
A closeup of the finely-carved seats in the house, presumably original to the Sattler. There are not too many of these in this kind of condition. If you have a better name for this figure than Cordelia, leave a comment.
In the corner of the foundry, this lunchroom was literally collapsing under one small leak in the roof. Tile by tile the water ate away the ceiling. Note the clock.
Looking up at the remodeled projection booth from the small stage.
A scene on the balcony.
An old sign directed patients and visitors back to toward the central parts of the hospital.
The man behind the curtain watches, but doesn’t say anything. Probably the smartest one in the room.