William J.

When we look at these endless images, I wonder, are we seeing these places at all? Can certain repeated images end up devouring the original, the locations themselves? Those places continue to exist, yes, but any confrontation with them now stands in relation to these images. As is so often the case in our sad modernity, a place that once inspired and provided refuge for artists and writers has become a compulsory stop on a destructive trail of unthinking consumption, a place for individuals to declare their existence and prestige.