On my walks, I fill much of the time wondering
about the stories behind things I see. Squashed
cars are fairly self-explanatory, especially when you can see the presumptive
cause of the squashing right there. Yarn
bombing is somewhat more nebulous.
But then there’s stuff left out for scavengers.
I used to see a lot of that back in the
Valley They Call Silicon. The People’s Republic—meh, there are
restrictions.
Still, a while ago I was out and saw this
waiting by the bus stop:
Seemed perfectly useable to me—I presume all it
lacked was a mattress of some kind. There are large apartment complexes on both sides of that street;
you’d think someone would snap it up and put it to use.
The next day, someone had righted it (I think
it might have been on its side because of torrential rains).
And then, a few days later, it was gone.
I hope: to a good home and not the landfill.
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