Sunset, near Bates, Silverlake
I've been following the life--or is it a death? I don't know--of this bag of fingers over the course of several days. I knew that no one would pick it up and put it in a trashcan, myself included, but I didn't know that it would end up being so abused. It has been kicked, ripped, and today it was smashed on the sidewalk, the ketchup and grease soaking through the bag. Now that it's raining outside I can only imagine its suffering.
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