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The Real America

Abandoned airplanes in the middle of the United States, left to rot.
An abandoned bank vault in the heart of Chicago.

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Rich

Exploring America



Infrastructure


June 23rd, 2023


How does one bank have 100 billion dollars and we still have people on the street going broke? Nothing in our world was created by chance, each event created as precisely as the locked cash drawers I'm surrounded by. The air is noticeably cooler as I cautiously creep through the once airtight vault. I'm surrounded by polished lock boxes, each reflecting light from the ceiling bulb in a unique direction. As I stood in the center of the vault I imagined the hundreds of thousands of dollars that once lived just feet away from me. Just as the rest of our world, this vault will soon be abandoned and obsolete. The precious materials will soon begin aging away and mix back into our Earth. History’s representation is only as great as its preservation. Soon these photographs will tell a distant story of what once stood. With human nature comes greed, with greed comes destruction and debris. One day the waste of our society will be gone, but was it really ever waste? I will leave you with this: Was it worth the extra dollar, to watch society crumble?

Charm In Decay


May 23rd, 2023


We are the dreamers, the misunderstood, the ones whose minds race late into the night. I jerk my neck around started by the sudden “click” -- “click” of the rusty air conditioner kicking on, and let out a sigh of relief as I return to the comforts of my imagination. Day after day, I scurry around my small store, ensuring the pencils and notecards are straight, "just how they like it", bowing to every request from the man in the suit. My anxiety builds as I am forced to hide behind a veil of contentment as I serve the overworked masses. Behind my cold eyes a fire burns fiercely. Few like us exist, the ones who kick the fence down, visualizing a world without boundaries. Every second fought to conform is a second stolen from creativity. This feeling will kill you my friend. You will be eaten, stripped of your individuality until you can no longer create. The second you give up the fight, the anxiety will subdue but at a cost… your creativity.

Transit


Power


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