I don’t like living at The Edge at Avenue North. It’s very unwelcoming, impersonal, vague, and discomforting. My space is too small, I feel overwhelmed by my stuff. Everything falls. Everything’s a mess. I especially love the R&B music that comes from our neighbors whom I’ve never met. But my absolute favorite is the chronic sink full of dishes.
This is a commentary on the honesty I find so intriguing about black and white photos.