You don't have to move far in order to see dope stuff, and that's particularly true if your movement is transgressive. A couple of times a few of us went up on the High Line, not on the new fancy-pants part (though it's nice over there too) but on the side where you're not allowed. Getting off of ground-level in NYC always provides a vantage point for mesmerizing views, and this was no exception.
The first time I went we were looking for remnants of a (mostly) bygone time, the era of hobos and tramps, riding the rails and jungle camps. We did see some hobo signs, which was pretty cool.
But most interesting was the home that we came across. It was located under the High Line and over a building, where me and Melicious are squatting (no pun intended) here:
The guy that lived here had a lot of stuff, including a copy of Dark Days.
I'm not going to post other pictures of his home because, well, it's his home. Meredith left a note for the guy and ended up talking to him a couple days later. This whole excursion was pretty fantastic and beautiful and a bit surreal, and came about with none of us really knowing what we were getting ourselves into. For me it really highlighted how much there is all around us that we are not aware of, but can catch a glimpse of if we pay attention. (And maybe trespass a little too.)
Thanks to Tyler S., believer in creative appropriation, for the photos.
This is amazing! There are several spots in DC, mainly under archaic transit lines, where entire communities share their lives. My father, in all his undocumneted DC glory, would show me non-tourist treasures like this all the time. I appreciate more than anything you honoring this man's space -- and calling to our attention the need for more folks too.
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-marco