Nestled between the interstate and some railroad tracks, an old locomotive roundhouse sits in splendid isolation, hidden from the highway and the rest of East St. Louis.
The interior is incredible, though rapidly deteriorating; I see the day when the roof completely collapses.
I don’t see this spot being cleared anytime soon; it is so isolated that it will probably remain here in some form for another one hundred years.
What is cool is seeing everyday objects sitting around in the last place they were put decades ago.
Also are visible are the names on office doors; the last occupants left the signs there when they left for the last time.
Update: A portion of the roof on the right side of the roundhouse collapsed a year later.