So since I moved here to the wonderful Cincinnati, I have discovered a very exciting trend. Somehow, people lose the most amazing, seemingly unloseable things right on the street. Who knows how it happens - it would seem that unless there was some oncoming natural disaster, a 100 foot tall title wave for example, there are certain things you would notice falling from your person and would stop to recover.
My favorite street corner keepsake is the all too common full length of Track Hair. The beauty you see to your right is a fine example found against a concrete wall. The almost purposeful arrangement is kind of striking - the artistically placed cigarette butt, the weed growing like a Pheonix from the fallen weave. It's a beautiful thing.
Now the fun part - how did this unsuspecting piece of 100% Yak hair end up lying forlorn and alone on the street? Was there a drunken brawl between spurned lovers? Perhaps an angry child upset over not getting that Bratz doll she'd been asking about thought she'd teach her momma a lesson. Or perhaps, maybe most amazing an idea of all, some woman, after seeing her reflection in a passing city bus window says, "Oh no, I am looking straight tore up," proceeds to rip out her glued in track, and being the busy gal that she is, has no choice but to leave it to slowly biodegrade on a street corner.
The next time you pass a pile of seemingly useless trash on the street, stop to wonder where it came from, how it got there, and where its going. Maybe next time i'll post one of the dozen condom photos we've captured.
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