Anhedonia, Here I ComeThe New YorkerWhen I read this short story, I knew this was a good fit. The ta
Anhedonia, Here I ComeThe New YorkerWhen I read this short story, I knew this was a good fit. The tale of Bobby is a wandering, quiet, kinda dark window into the life of a loner. Bobby lives in a nowhere town in Ireland, and we wanted to create the scene where he spies his pot dealer, the schoolgirl Becky, from across the dirty parking lot. For reference I picked a few random towns on the Google map of Ireland, and creeped around on Street View. My favorite bit of this is the little cigarette butt in the corner. Thanks AD Aviva Michaelov -- source link