67 days without a White House press briefing.
I remember various abandoned warehouses I’d been at through the years.
Most striking was one in Tampa, Florida. It used to be a sewing factory. We were removing old insulation as it was a health hazard at that point for whoever bought it.
Open elevator shafts with ropes dangling.
Bathrooms with all stall doors removed and missing half of the plumbing fixtures.
Floorboards that were going soft and ready to collapse under our feet.
But what struck me most was the dust.
There wasn’t much of it. With nobody occupying it for a long time, there were no skin flakes floating in the air, no fabric dust.
But the dust that WAS there looked just like this.
Third floor was the most surreal.
Three large rooms with 25 wooden sewing desks each all set up in 5×5 formations. Perfectly spaced apart. Next week’s work roster still hung from an old clipboard on an empty filing cabinet.
So, this is what I see.