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An old factory in my town. This building happened to be the prettiest. Now, what did I do?

There was a rather suspect ladder going up to the roof, and since nobody posted a sign...



The top of the building. Really nothing more than a number of rusted ventilation and electrical fixtures, with a smattering of lichen around the damper spots.



I walked around to the other side, and came down yet another ladder. This is an old building, for some reason full of dirt. Let's see what's up there.



I do believe that this is a brilliant view of an empty lot.

There was an adjoining door to the next structure, and the sight in there was a bit more interesting.



Some slight fun happened as well.



I climbed up to the ledge from the other side, where a large pile of dirt made it accessible, and went down the tree. It wasn't bad. A nice walk outdoors really. I like places like this.

Additionally, I came across a little concrete room full of pipes, set in the middle of a little copse of trees. Somebody had placed a nice chair in. Remnants of some fun from forgotten days.

God, and the pigeons, flapping around and just staring at me in the darkness. I also observed a small black cat around the place. Turns out that things don't tend to thrive on darkness and old concrete.