Near the old slag dump there are the remains of the pouring buckets that received the molten steel from the US Steel blast furnaces, filled to the brim with pig iron. They must be incredibly heavy!
This is an example of the equipment that was originally manufactured at Barcol.
You can see why so few products had bright packaging. If the can here was brown, you’d never see it in a dark wood cabinet.
A patient room is more intact than others.
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.
A brewmaster’s desk leans beside a long-disused stainless steel kettle. The staircase above goes to another level of kettles, which are visibly older.
Broken dishes and rotten burlap, mixed with the general trash left behind after the roof collapsed on the poor house.
The old gate sign, leaned against one of the terminal elevators.