The headquarters of childhood have been abandoned, and I question why.

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As I got older, I realized there is a decline in the things that made my childhood memorable: playgrounds are now deserted metal bars of color. These recreational areas sit in the sun and rain without use-- abandoned and alone. Thinking about the isolation of these playing areas, I wondered: how would these monoliths look from above? Soaring 100 feet above the playgrounds, I realize that each one is the same and different from another. The hive for children all contain the essential elements for innocent fun--ladders, slides—but some contain rope areas or bridges.

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Being an adult has changed who I am—I worry about everything and these worries resolve nothing. Being a tax-paying American citizen has added more responsibilities to my day-to-day life; being an adult now, life has added more boundaries and limitations. These environments reflect the boundaries and the solitary experience I have faced coming into adulthood. These empty landscapes combine with the boundaries to reflect my emotional and mental state today.