Writings, observations and ideas either caused by or meant to induce a minor disruption.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
I think they’re girders, at least. Thick wooden beams,
stacked.Rust coats, slowly corrodes, as
corrosion must be. The lot is near the western Grove Street Path station, the
new one they built, there’s a lot with a fresh, brush and asphalt. A puddle
that never evaporates. It’s as big as a pond now. Steel stubs protrude from the
ground. Something used to be here and it will be a while before the plans are
finalized and the bribe list organized for the next development to appear. Our
memories of here remain as inexplicable as this present.