Back in New York City, walking around, I’m more aware than ever of the amount of stuff in my face. Ads for handbags, for clothes, for lipsticks. Windows of stores filled with every kind of possible thing, every where I look. It’s easier to not want things when you’re not exposed to them daily, as I wasn’t in Vermont or Idaho. But I’m realizing this pernicious advertising that permeates my environment will make this project all the more challenging. That which I don’t buy makes me stronger, right?