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  • I spent a day in an asylum once. It didn't look like this, but this is how it felt - black and white and trapped inside memories. There was a guard named Alonious Winter, and a man who could not stop pacing. He rubbed his dry arm-skin over and over again, muttering, "Neutrogena Body Lotion? More like Neutrogena battery acid."

    Years later, I shot this photograph at Letchworth, an abandoned mental institution in upstate New York. There were old wheelchairs and turned-over beds and toys riddled with moth holes, years of insanity clinging to the walls. It was deeply unsettling, a claustrophobic, buried-alive sort of feeling, haunted.
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