Looking into the engine works from the concrete addition.
Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.
A depiction of historic Liège, known for its rivers and hills.
The floor IS the machine…
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”)
A view of the government presses, with pages of law across the floor covered in footprints.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
The remains of the site radar beside the command building.