Hidden away behind a rail road trestle there is a little drive with two small buildings at the open gate. They are empty shells, forlorn and overgrown. Should one choose to travel down the worn and cracked pavement they would be treated to this sight, tucked away in a miniature forest.
Abandon your dignity and scramble up where the steps are now missing and you will find yourself listening to the chirping of house sparrows echoing through hollow space.
Crossing through the factory and returning to the outdoors, you are greeted by yet another building surrounded by a wall of vegetation.
Time and nature are taking their toll, returning the works of man to the earth from which all things emerge.