parking garage. one.
in the parking garage where i lock up my bicycle
where there’s graffiti and garbage and harm reduction refuse
there’s a book case lying on its side.
it spent the winter there.
last week it turned on its right side
it lost its backing
it got a hat
this week it got some fabric scraps
and some more pigeon poop
and a few feathers
the bookcase as palimpsest :
of our grey concrete rubbish
times our construction site eye sores.
our layered urban woes.
i wish i was better at documenting
these changings in our inner city seasons