Rolling Through the Wastelands
My friend built this DIY. With his own hands. Alone. It is located, in what is most likely a superfund site, on the outskirts of Boston’s city limits. The area contains dead vegetation, bare trees, rusted train tracks long fallen to disuse, piles of disintegrating bricks, rotting railroad ties, and scrap heaps of broken industrial machinery from a large factory that once stood here. They entire area smells of old decay, a musty dust, and acute potentiality.