Weird stuff ends up on the street in my neighborhood. It's like we're in a remake of "The Time Machine," where random stuff from Sacramento's past or future momentarily appears for unknown reasons, then disappears. Maybe the stuff helps the Midtown Morlochs attract the Elusive Eloi. Maybe we're the Eloi. For example, here's a plug-in dentist-style chair that mysteriously appeared on my street. For the amateur dentist in you.
Then, under the W-X Freeway, a somewhat-battered Foosball table mysteriously appeared. The Foosball table had a "free" label on it, which just begs different questions, like, was this transported here from somewhere else, and by whom, and why, or did it belong to the homeless folks living under the freeway who got tired of playing Foosball? Why did they get tired? Did they lose all the balls? Are the Morlochs hoarding the balls? Are the homeless folks the Eloi or the Morlochs? Who's in charge here?
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