All of Us In Our Time Are Visited By the Melty Man...
Walking home from the Vogue tonight, I was reminded of a localized phenomenon that I've been seeing a lot of. I'm sure that this occurs in other areas, but lately I've been noticing it more and more near where I live. I've been seeing piles of clothing abandoned along streets and sidewalks. They seem intact, not particularly in need of being cast off. Mind you, I never investigate them with more than my eyes, no matter how much the little voice in the back of my mind might say There might by money in those pants pockets! Go back! Go back! There's always that other voice telling me that they're probably covered in vomit or have some used syringe embedded in them.
The clothes don't disturb me; it's the possible circumstances that's led to so many discarded articles of (what seem to be) perfectly good clothing. Capitol Hill is somewhat infamous for it's vagrants, so cast away items fit in with the local decor. But my mind reels with speculation at them. Would a (seemingly) homeless person decide that he or she didn't like the style of some shirt and throw it away? Did some junkie just rip his pants off in the middle of the sidewalk and run down the street? Maybe some lunatic thought he had bugs on his skin and had to brush them off with his shoes. I've seen people that could easily be cast in these roles. I saw some crazy woman tonight muttering about how the souls of all soldiers are bitches... all of 'em - bitches. She might be walking around right now with her pants off; I can see it happening. You'd think that with all of the people I see sleeping in doorways and alcoves around here that any scrap of clothing would be snatched up right away, but they're all over the place.
The funny thing is, I start imagining these other wild scenarios. Maybe a guy was walking home... and a UFO just sucked him up into the sky! Sucked him up so fast that he got sucked right out of his pants! Maybe these people are melting! I mean it. I've seen so many of these bundles of clothes that it's becoming conspiratorial to me. Melting people. Right outside my window, right now, there's a pair of sandals and a pair of pants. They were not there yesterday! Seriously! Why would somebody just leave them there? It almost makes more sense to me that the person wearing them melted and was washed away by the rain.
The clothes don't disturb me; it's the possible circumstances that's led to so many discarded articles of (what seem to be) perfectly good clothing. Capitol Hill is somewhat infamous for it's vagrants, so cast away items fit in with the local decor. But my mind reels with speculation at them. Would a (seemingly) homeless person decide that he or she didn't like the style of some shirt and throw it away? Did some junkie just rip his pants off in the middle of the sidewalk and run down the street? Maybe some lunatic thought he had bugs on his skin and had to brush them off with his shoes. I've seen people that could easily be cast in these roles. I saw some crazy woman tonight muttering about how the souls of all soldiers are bitches... all of 'em - bitches. She might be walking around right now with her pants off; I can see it happening. You'd think that with all of the people I see sleeping in doorways and alcoves around here that any scrap of clothing would be snatched up right away, but they're all over the place.
The funny thing is, I start imagining these other wild scenarios. Maybe a guy was walking home... and a UFO just sucked him up into the sky! Sucked him up so fast that he got sucked right out of his pants! Maybe these people are melting! I mean it. I've seen so many of these bundles of clothes that it's becoming conspiratorial to me. Melting people. Right outside my window, right now, there's a pair of sandals and a pair of pants. They were not there yesterday! Seriously! Why would somebody just leave them there? It almost makes more sense to me that the person wearing them melted and was washed away by the rain.