Just another place to consume. I’m admittedly nearly losing my mind trying to finish everything I have going on before I graduate, and since I have no life, taking photos of public places, the street, the place where I imagine that those having a life sometimes go, and tying it in to my places of consumption essay is about all I can do to keep me sane. Isn’t it weird that I am under pressure from all the work I have to produce and polish yet I just make more work I then have to catalogue and organize? It is a curious existence, I guess I should be grateful for such a problem really…