I have revisited this location since these photos were taken. For the latest photos, including historical information, please see my latest visit, here.
The air was stale and moldy inside, as you'd expect. But something felt different about it. Faint sounds buzzed from somewhere down the long vacant hallways as we approached. The lights seemed to be on, but there was no way anyone still worked in here. In the back of your mind, though, there's always room for doubt. Entering the main switch room felt like stepping back in time. Not only was the electricity still on, but it seemed like it had been left on for years. Decades even. The last remaining fluorescent lights were yellowed from age and buzzing loudly. Everything was motionless, the air did not even seem to stir. You could just feel how long the lights had been on and everything had just been left sitting there.. A coffee cup sat undisturbed on the edge of one of the switchboards, likely from the last person to have packed up and left here however many years ago. Apparently someone forgot to tell them to shut off the lights when they left that day. And even time itself, it seems, forgot about this place.