WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PLACE AND WHY DOES IT EVEN EXIST?
I've lately been in the habit of taking photos of whatever snack I grab from the kitchen whenever I'm feeling really... "hungry." Tonight, I decided to begin documenting my behavior.
Tonight's offerings were taken over the last few weeks, on a 2g iPhone (stock lens, 8GB, jailbroken, and scratched on the back), and lightly color graded in the latest version of Preview). Pretentious names are pretentious.
Enjoy.

The '80s: A Snack From Mother
(milk, organic knock-off cheetos, salted cashews, home-baked chocolate chip/pecan brown sugar butter cookies)
Bowling The Abstract
(or Screaming Alien: Trapped in Donut)
(a dish of olive oil, oregano, and balsamic vinegar, shadow of a friend's elbo)

Sweden
(Ikea cups, bed, bowl, and The Girl Who Played With Fire by Stieg Larsson)

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