Garbage-Eve

Having succumbed to an inadvertent bike ride, I found solace in the lost objects of garbage-eve. Found: cross-country skis (left downhill behind); a hockey stick (mint!); a phonograph (still to determine working condition); an unknown alley tucked behind a major commuting artery (silent on a Sunday night, though less silent than it would have been had it not escaped the purge of urban renewal); a hidden court (built alongside an old streetcar garage). Recovered fragments always bring so much more gratification - perhaps because the chain of reification is dented.

As AH has noted in reference to WB....

The mind can be nourished by an open-field of vision: capitalism is never a seemless entity. There are “always holes, always inconspicuous cracks” there is “a porosity in culture, in urbanism and architecture, in everyday life, that makes the economy leaky, subject to subversion, full of “unseen constellations.”