Immediately after the parade I drove down to DC to meet up with Emily and Richard for some urbexing. We were exploring a long time abandoned hospital, and for some reason I assumed I was seeing an area for the first time, but when we arrived I realized that I'd been here 4 years previously.
I left the others still taking photos, and roamed the rest of the building, coming across the incinerator, also on the lower level.
Upstairs were lecture rooms and labs, with kitchen areas and cabinets, all empty but with instructional pieces of paper still taped to the doors. Sterilizing equipment was still standing in corners. Black mold clung to some of the rooms, an infestation of black pimples crawling up walls that were desperately hanging onto shavings of pale blue paint that curled away and dropped to the floor.
Another self portrait
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