pyestock | recce

A huge pile of scrap metal, twisted fittings and ruined piping, was piled in the base of the room. I regarded it with unease; Pyestock appeared remarkably intact but had the long awaited demolition started in here? Try as I might, I simply couldn’t figure out where it’d been taken from, as everything looked intact. Further inspection revealed the metal as extremely flimsy, and not of the durable, industrial inch-thick turbine-testing might of the rest of the room.

At this point, our experience turned sour.