It's hard to image 3.5 million square feet of floor space until you step into the Packard Plant. Wide assembly-line rooms stretch into the distance without end, walkways crisscross high in the air, and it sometimes seems as if buildings are located inside of even larger buildings. The sheer expanse of concrete and decay is astounding.
This immensity makes Packard much like an abandoned town; quiet, dark, and lawless. I make note of landmarks in my head to navigate my way around: the room full of shoes, a resident's camping tent, the room with trashed fiberglass boats. Just about everything here has been smashed, spray painted, and blended into the refuse people have been dumping inside for years, but there is a handsome aesthetic lurking underneath it all.