Elsiewhere, In Abbotsford. This solution didn’t catch on. And no one seems to know what to do with the aftermath. No one, that is, except those who trespass on no trespass ground. Leave evidence behind: Used needles and paper cups.
Cigarette butts. Human waste and vomit. Q-tips, and plastic bags. A broken mirror. A button and board. Someone’s initials inside a heart, coupled with another’s.
But there are no garbage cans into which to toss these remains, and so the empty parking lot, the back and front stairs, all become a human ecological site.
Or, a novelist’s dream, turned into a bad plot.
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