Yesterday

Yesterday I went on an adventure.
My apartment is in what was once the offices and locker room of a Borden's cheese factory. Much of the factory, now in extreme disrepair, is still intact and rather fun to wander through.

Packaging for Borden's products litter one room in the building. I used to sneak in and play here as a kid, these containers made excellent treasure boxes.


Thick, likely lead paint, peels from every inch of this building. Doors are weighted and slowly drag themselves closed behind a brave wanderer.

Patiently waiting machines wear coats of cobwebs.