Watch Out For Elevators

I got on the elevator after work today, and a woman got on from one of the sweatshop floors-- illegal sweatshops, as opposed to the legal sweatshop where I toil-- and she was carrying a brown paper bag with a woolen, brown and white, houndstooth jacket, its shape held aggressively by a hanger. It sat there like a newly slaughtered side of beef. It made me think of a headless torso, jiggling there in the bag, helplessly. It was the most terrifying sight I've ever seen.

This Picture Says It ALL

New Aggression

For a few days it seemed like the warm weather had all but driven the houndstooth completely underground, at least for the winter. Then, because of a cold snap or something-- no wait-- there was no "cold snap." It was that horrifically cold and windy and rainy last Friday. Suddenly the houndstooth was out again, like a field of poisonous mushrooms, sprouting everywhere it shouldn't. It seemed to have a new, more aggressive quality, too, as if they had invented a new variety in just the last few days, meant to counteract any wild notions of peace, harmony, tastefulness, or balance.