Beige Couch, Dolores Street
This house is a fountain of detritus, perhaps *the* source of all the boots, shoes, mattresses, sofas, etc. that grace the streets of San Francisco. If one could track the migration, would it radiate outwards from this location?
Earlier photographs of the pillow and the boots are from the same location. Mr. Julian Avenue would break out in hives if he lived next door to this house. I'm still wondering if I should be thrilled or appalled in being mistaken for an uncaring American.
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