Monday, March 27, 2006

Notes on urban parking

Walk on a flying carpet of nails suspended thirty feet in the air gingerly.

Below stubby oak stumps whittled away span upward, a city of angels. Or tall, narrow columns interspersed. Fake wood grain, plastic veneer cover medium density fiberboard arranged in tribute to Tatlin. No leaning tower of Pisa or Babel instead atop each faux bamboo pole is perched athletic shoewear spray-painted gold or some metallic finish in enamel.

Every level is marked and color-coded for your convenience.

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