Exploring some of the abandoned warehouses yesterday with a friend, we came across an auto body shop of sorts. How they managed to work within and around the filth, mildew, dust, and rot fascinated me. Who needs doors when you can walk through the holes in the wall to grab a spare part?
There were rooms where we couldn't spend more than five minutes without respiratory trouble, without feeling sick. My mouth and tongue were coated with grit and dust. I couldn't stop coughing until we left.