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Prior to arriving here I had several interesting experiences.
The garage was dark and difficult to maneuver in. Microscopic
particles of Benzene fouled the air. Columns and curbs of ashen
cement revealed themselves out of absinthe-green
shadows. I parked.
After several minutes of walking and searching, footsteps echoing hollowly in the seemingly abandoned garage, I discovered a sign that read "Stair to Lobby."
I opened the door to the stairwell. Concrete steps led upward. I entered a square room with doors on two sides. This is the room depicted in the photograph above. The ceiling and walls were ominous with pipes, air-conditioning ducts, and electrical components, many resembling instruments of torture.
Suddenly, a woman opened the door from the lobby and was clearly startled by the presence of an explorer-photographer snapping pictures in a dark stairwell. It was an awkward moment for both of us. The woman clattered away into the caverns below. I proceeded on.
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