A couple weeks ago, someone put a loveseat out on the sidewalk on West Adams. It's possible that it was a fully functional loveseat at first, but by the time I saw it, it had been pulled apart into pieces and stacked up in a pile.
The next day, some of the pieces were gone and the pile had diminished slightly. The day after that, all the upolstery fabric was gone, leaving the yellow foam exposed. The day after that, some one had wiped their very dirty hands on the yellow foam, leaving small streaky handprints. The day after that, the pile had dimished again. I'm hoping someone will start in on the foam, leaving just the frame of the thing. Then maybe the frame will get pulled apart, leaving just a stack of random couch bones.
Is it one person revisting this couch over and over again, or is it a variety of people, getting their specific needs filled with what the couch provides?
Damn, the more I think about this, the more it sounds like my next film.
And a note the city's recycling program: you are supposed to throw anything recyclable into your big black bin and they come and pick it up, but they don't need you to seperate anything. Does this mean that they have some method of picking apart the mess of can, bottles, paper, newspaper, plastic containers and everything else at the recycling plant? How do they do it? Or does it all, actually, just go in the garbage?
Discovering love and practical uses for old things is still my favorite form of recycling. The couch person (people?) inspire me.
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