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This is what it feels like….
Looking South
This is what it feels like when you wake up in a strange and terrible hotel in Nebraska with a headache and the sinking realization that your dog just died and you still need to drive a thousand damn miles before you’ll see a friendly face.
Looking North
Ginger on the Beach
Ginger in a hoodie, with Joe, Tai, Drew, Phoenix, Mark, and Kirk walking off into the distance, the day after New Years, in Delaware. Very pretty, and very empty.
In Transition
Behind my house are a number of auto related businesses: used auto parts stores, body shops, and towing companies, alongside a recycling redemption center, busy with drunks all morning long. Within 5 years, they will all be gone. The area is slated to receive subway service soon, and the stop will be right in the middle of this currently slightly grimy area. Already, a large condo complex has gone up, surely the first of many. I’m sure that the landowners in the area are just waiting for the subway to come, so that they can sell their formerly industrial properties to developers for tidy sums. The homeless aluminium can collectors, grateful for the our state’s bottle deposit law, that spend their mornings in drunken brotherhood in front of the recycling redemption center will have to find a new roost, and the auto shops will be forced deeper into suburbia. I don’t feel too sad, because I know that the only constant in a city is constant renewal, but I find the neighborhood as it is now to be much more fascinating, less planned than thrown together.
Two Mannequins, a Yellow Seat, and Blooming Lilacs
“I do say Madam, you seem to be missing your upper.”
“Well, that I may, but at least I’m not missing my lower as you appear to be.”
“My lower has gone missing? Completely? You don’t say. I suppose you’ll tell me next that I don’t have a head either.”
“It’s certainly possible.”
“My word.”
“Say, do you think that with your upper, and my lower, we might be able to make a whole?”
“I’m afraid not, we’re not cut in the same places.”
“That’s a shame, but I suppose that even if our parts matched, we’d still be short a head.”
“Well, I don’t see why that matters…”