The City

Spencer H.

  • I spent most of my elementary years in Kentucky. There was a forest in our backyard, and all of the people I met had homes and supportive friends who would help them through tough times. It was happy, and I saw very little suffering on a daily basis. Now, I commute across the length of the east bay and through downtown SF everyday just to get to school, and I saw so many different hardships as my eyes were opened to a cruel new world. Over the past few years, I have become almost indifferent to it through mass exposure. This is an attempt to recognize the suffering and reconcile these two lives; one a distant memory, a fading dream, and the other a cold, harsh reality that is too often ignored. Furthermore, it embodies my struggles with finding motivation to change my plans to help others and the subsequent guilt that comes from abstaining, and my hope that through working together we have the power to improve the world.

  • Creativity is a way to express the struggles we don’t talk about; it provides a mask we can don when we want to explore a unique facet of humanity. It is also an escape to a simpler world, where ultimate power is in our hands.

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