The campus of this factory is massive, a half mile square I’d guess, with outbuildings, offices and grown over rail sidings on the periphery. In the middle, arrayed side by side like a package of hot dogs, are several long warehouses. Each is empty save for the last, which is enigmatically filled with a sea of clothes mouldering in heaps. It seems at some time it was a factory that machined screws, later perhaps changed names, later still became merely a storage space for discarded clothes on their way who knows where. What’s left is a space that’s compelling in its losing fight with nature and time, but few remains tell the story of what was once there. The checks below came from the credit union, a tiny building adjacent to the boiler room.
Here, a couple mysteries. First, a series of giant vats, some large enough to swallow a couch. Next, the aforementioned clothes.
Finally, leaving the plant.