cam jansen

This morning, a bite between egg whites and toast, I came to the sudden realization that I have yet to fully detail the spots in which I spend most of my time. In order to ameliorate this situation, I have resolved to snap the shutter on some of our most consistent visual encounters.

Thus, I begin with the first installment of a series I would like to call Context.

my perch. I have to lock my computer in the closet, or put it on the floor each time I leave the room, on account of the fact that people have attempted to reach/break through bars and windows to snatch electronics at UB.

bed and bulletin. the marks of a living space

a slowly filling closet.

the view from my window - if my neighbors keep their curtains open, it's a nice substitute for a television and reality shows. A few nights back, I was treated to a lovely, gloves off, catfight (of the human variety). For at least an hour, two American women aired their dirty laundry for the entire graduate complex to sniff and grimace at.

Ah yes, the kitchen/common room. Often filled with good aromas, laughter, and hundreds of baby cockroaches. Ants have recently joined the party.

Six women, one kitchen, one fridge. I hold reign over half of the lowest shelf, and due to the overflowing content of vegetables throughout, it is not uncommon to be bopped on the head by a tumbling carrot when I attempt to access my stash.pots, pans, soap, suds, heat

view from our kitchen window