What A Tumbled Web We Weave When We Perchance To Lose A Piece Of Our Weave
The backstreets of Philadelphia are littered with so much random detritus of the modern world that sometimes, it’s hard to tell what any of this shit even is. Like that thing over there — it might be a piece of some girl’s weave that came out during a late night girlfight. Then again, it might be pigeon feathers. And is that thing over there a piece of a Tonka toy? Oh nice, it’s actually a piece of a NEEDLE. But it’s the weaves that trouble us most, as they imply violence on the run. Scurry. Luckily, a group of urban anthropologists have banded together to bring you Urban Tumble Weave, which catalogs these de-contextualized, cast-off items and preserves them for future study. We’re particularly take with this one: Could be a piece of wheat, could be a squid, could be just another bad night out. And while we don’t imagine that Urban Tumble Weave will ever reunite a lost piece of weave with its original owner, it really is oh so nice to dream.
UrbanTumbleWeave: The (H)Air Down There
July 30th, 2008 at 4:32 pm
I think someone snatch it off someones head in a bitch fight. I’ve heard about such things.
July 30th, 2008 at 4:46 pm
I used to love to swim at the pool outside Memorial Hall. Until one day I wore my goggles and looked down while doing laps. Yikes! Weaves all over down there!
July 30th, 2008 at 6:30 pm
The pools of Sesame Place are where weaves go to die.
At least they were when I spent summers cleaning said pools.
July 30th, 2008 at 7:01 pm
Seaweaves!