American Dream was made when I had very little time to myself or for photography. I would photograph early in the morning or late at night, usually before and after my long days at school and my work study job or when I was watching my daughter on weekends. Due to my tiredness, much of these images are seemingly nonsensical or absurd—-a fitting representation of my mental state throughout this time. In this work, I thought a lot about my daughter and my role as a father, as well as my depressive and anxiety tendencies at the time. I felt trapped in this house, even agorophobic at times. It was like I was dreaming and waiting to wake up, but even when I left the house, things still looked crazy. Nothing seemed real. This is my fucked up American dream.