This week our class went to the Eastern State Prison to take the audio tour of the grounds and experience the Janet Cardith installation. This space, i.e. Eastern State, made a great impression on me for reasons I can't quite explain. Many of my fellow students attepted to verbalize their experience in this ominous space, which I think is natural; when we are in such an alien space, with such a rich history our first reaction as thinking, feeling human beings is to try to translate, verbally, what we felt. The experience, for me, was a bit too strange to to speak of; it was so alien, yet so familiar. There was something about this tour that made me very uncomfortable
and unwilling to discuss. Here are some pictures.