In the fall, I started taking pictures of back alleys, lanes, in-between city spaces. There are no postcards of these places, but we spend so much time in them and moving through them in our day-to-day. I think I was meditating on home and place at that time, having just moved here to Pittsburgh. Then I sort of forgot about it, moving on to think about other things as they took my attention. So now this file of non-places comes back to me, or rather I come back to it, like a visual catalogue of how I was thinking and feeling in the fall– attracted somehow to these nameless, unglamorous, yet essential spaces in a city that still felt somewhat anonymous to me. This was what I was seeing, or perhaps looking for, or both. It’s interesting to me that I made a point of capturing and collecting non-things, non-places, keeping and organizing them like we would significant things, like certificates of completion and receipts from the dentist and little pictures our moms drew us from time to time. Can you make a file of (non-)places? Have I done that? I like that this is making me reframe and resituate my thinking of the built environment, as our discussion of graffiti did as well.