While reading Species of Spaces I was thinking about my own madison space in the same way Georges Perec writes about France. That book also reminded me of the scales of the universe (link at the end) In my process I felt a sort of apprecation growing for the spaces around me, I got to remember the fun memories and stories that I've obtained during my stay in Madison. It also furthers my distaste for Thoreau's beliefs in minimalism, as all of these small objects and spaces around me have developed me in some shape or form, and the value that these memories have for me. I think that minimalism would leave me unappreciative to the world that I live in.
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