Concrete Peninsula Landscape
Take a tour through a day and across the landscape of the Concrete Peninsula.
Dried vegetation under an awning marked for destruction.
What do you feel when you see heavy machinery pushing dirt around? Do you see progress, or do you feel the weight of increasing housing costs and prices for goods and services? Do you feel the scam of insurance or the scam of the safety of our borders, through bloated defense spending or supporting the terrorist organization known as ICE? There are no borders here, only water on three sides and poorly maintained evacuation routes. Even the borders of municipalities are under water.
Refracting through a prism of light, poles bending to catch a wider spectrum. Electricity crackles through aging infrastructure, magic shunted across a hazy sunset.
Concrete alleyways and giant trash cans, the constant possibility of gifts of scrap. Reminds me that I've watched Agnes Varda's masterpiece (one of many) The Gleaners and I (Les glaneurs et la glaneuse en français) twice in the past week and working on an essay on it. It's a documentary about the French tradition of gleaning, people going onto fields after a harvest and finding the discarded and left behind crops, existing in capitalist society, sharing resources (being nice) and aging. One of my favorite films since I saw it over 20 years ago, so just a little sneak peek of coming attractions on that if you want to watch it ahead of time.
We ride bikes. It can be scary, but we love it. Be cool out there.
This concludes our broadcast day.
