Sentinel

Sixth Avenue

For a sanitation junkie this was a treat.  I'd never seen a dumpster like this before - shaped like a little garbage house. With its tattered IDs and its stenciled signs it looked like it was living a second life, like that battered Homeland Security truck you sometimes see parked on Third or Fourth.  But not so sinister.  I stared at it for a while and a hipster dad pushing a stroller rolled his eyes as he passed and said to me, "It's just a dumpster," but really, what's just about anything?  Even a dumpster (or a skip, as we like to say in England) contains its own mysteries, lifespans, transformations.  Nothing's as simple as it ever seems.  Look again, look again.

That Light at the End of the Day

Rush Hour (half asleep)

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