late last year, I helped empty out a municipal building whose contract was about to end. the previous use was as a training center for various vocations and life situations. our aim was to sort everything into junk and useful, and then to convey the latter into other municipal facilities

upon watching found footage #3, I retroactively realized that this space gradually more and more came to resemble a backroom the less furniture remained

my favorite detail was an incongruous massage chair that no one could figure out who owned or where it made sense to send

since it was big and unwieldy, and there were other stuff to move, we just left it in the middle of a room, where it inevitably jump-scared us every time we walked past

as ominous chairs are wont to do