I'm deeply uncomfortable about disaster porn that focuses on Detroit because I'm not so sure about outsiders getting their apoca-rocks off on a place I feel some kinship towards. Especially because so often the documentation of Detroit's decaying landscape is coupled with judgement about whatever perceived sin: they're getting what they deserve. As a child of the Rust Belt and the Midwest, I roundly submit my middle finger to that. But I also can't deny the power of these images of the abandoned Mark Twain branch of the Detroit Public Library. Jesus, what a crying shame.