I found an article the other day about a situation in Melbourne last year on how the city had identified all trees with a different number and email address, so that citizens could send emails to city officials about complaints, a way to improve the city life.
you tore through me, silk house with meticulously sewed outlets in my walls promptly ripped out, delivering no electric shock. i was a glitchy home, you seemed to think, yet you made the effort to stitch your name into hard-to-reach spaces until the translucent baseboards were cluttered with it, over and over. the fireplace doesn’t work, it only suggests a space that should be for fire. you’ll live in better places (i was transitional), but still, there was the time you sat in wonder on the stained living room couch, my gauzy windows letting through a handful of rainbow, and watched its ghost pass over the walls.
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Solutions by The State News
