I mean I guess if you're curious or maybe furious? This is where a guy dies I think. Outside my office. You can tell he died because of the smell. I walk here every day and all week long there's that death smell. Blood too but it rained a little.
I'm guessing a car wreck? Over the weekend.
There's a dumpster at the abandoned house across the street now where I guess they threw out all the stuffed animals and memorial candles for the girl who got beaten to death in the ditch out front.
You almost never see the same people on this bus because everyone on it is mostly indigent. The scrapyard see - you can sell cans and whathaveyou. I've seen the scrapers with a shopping cart trying to carry a big old radiator and couldn't figure out how they lifted it in the first place. The scrapers are all so god damned thin you can't even believe it.
There's this one stop that's designated by sign next to a big pile of rubble where some warehouse once must have been. It's a couple of acres of rubble just a stop ahead of where the Quincy station is and everyone always prematurely rings the bell for Quincy and I asked the driver - does anyone ever really get off here? At the huge rubble pile. He said no.
We laughed about this this is a joke between us about the rubble field.
The internet's all bananas about Detroit (pronounced Dee-troyd) so you'd think that everyone was shaking heads, thinking its a shame, saying who would ever get off at that rubble field?
To me there's the rubble field and then there's the rest of the country where stupid things happen to bad people who are oblivious to how bad they are. To me there's the rust belt and then there's some amorphous suburbanite abyss and often, usually, I'm shocked to despair that these are the people that set the standards and call the tunes. The wicked, awful people driving on the interstate and eating out every night and I get stunned, up and down and beat up all sideways to think about these are people I know and were all together in the same-whole thing at it does not at all seem like they are caught up in bleak scenarios about the cheapness of life and various omnipresent dangers and I just don't even understand how to even think about it being the same-whole thing when it's like comparing two cups where one seems half empty and the other is shattered and blood is falling out of it.