City Today In Flânerie
posted by April 4 at 12:13 PMon
This lost bag of pot was found near the corner of Third and Stewart.
As no one else seemed to notice or care about it, I picked up the bag, smelled its content (real “sticky icky”), put it in my pocket, turned and was caught by this mirror/window:
Was I set up? Was someone recording me? Did I break a law? The pot is still in my pocket.
Later I came across this cartouche:
The eye of the cartouche, which is behind (and blinded by) the decaying sign for a decaying business, seems to have no inscription, no date of birth. It’s a blank and very sad cartouche. It’s an unloved orphan of a cartouche. One day it may fall from the facade and smash into the death it so desperately desires.