Have you ever stood in an abandoned building?
The interior was dark and damp and parts of the ceiling were missing. Water from a storm the night before lay languid in dark pools on the floor and you could hear the echoing sound of dripping in the distance, birds nesting in the doorway scoured into flight at the sound of my entrance. I stood amongst peeling paint and weeds and graffiti. On walls there were the scars where machinery had once been, its presence now only visible in stains and shadows.