1945 · Ordered Destruction · Work 478 of 1,871

An emptied machine hall, bolt holes and pale rectangles on the concrete floor where cabinets had stood, a single Bombe rotor drum the size of a dinner plate left lying on the floor, its rim painted in one colour band and engraved with a ring of capital letters catching the light, cable ends cut flush and wrapped with tape hanging from a wall trunking, a broom leaning in a corner beside a heap of swept dust, the tall doors standing open to bright daylight, dust hanging in the shaft of light across the concrete, the far end of the hall in shadow, bare brick walls, a steel roof truss and a row of dark windows high up.
Every connection names its kind. “Forerunner” on its own would be a claim.