This out-of-place building located in the thriving student area known as Benimaclet, is a great contrast between the building boom of the 2000's and the deserted lot that bares its all too suiting name. If it wasn't for the “I” in the spelling I might have believed the artist's proclamation and mistakenly believed, albeit for just a moment, that I was state side once again. Sometimes the far reaches of American culture often surprise me and at the same time disgusts me, but there is no escaping it nowadays. I often question myself whether I'm part of the problem of our continually universal culture, or one of the defenders as every one of us who learns a language holds part of that culture within us.
