Reflections on a Burnt out Barracks

What really hit me in the photo besides the destruction of Old Barracks is the orientation. I always think of Jackson Arch as being the main entrance to Barracks, but as in the photograph, the original front was Washington Arch. This dichotomy really messes with me because it makes me feel as if I do not know where I am. It’s like the same feeling you get when you go to a place you never have been before and try reading a map of the area, say a mall for example. When you look down and find the “you are here” sticker you look up and try to link the map to what you are seeing, but in most cases you cannot and (at least for me) freaks you out a little. I am just so used to the present orientation of Barracks that seeing the original orientation is mind blowing. When I try to picture where current academic buildings would be in the photograph, I get messed up from this issue. This problem really shows how a space is a very different place to each era, person, etc. To me, this photograph mind’s well be upside down. To a person of that era, seeing a photograph of the present would be equally as mind blowing. Place is dependent on so many factors that it is truly unique to each space and individual.

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  1. I love this reaction, because it is disorienting. I’ve never felt the sensation you allude to, with the mall map and everything, but I can empathize with it. It’s a bit like seeing an old photograph of your house and realizing that, before renovation, the front door used to enter into what is now your bedroom. The flow of human traffic through a building is like blood in a circulatory system, and a fresh wound has been opened up in barracks here in the photograph: the toilets are flushing backwards, suddenly.

    Dwell a little more on this and see if you can expand your post to hit the 200 words minimum.

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