We had no idea that City Paper‘s “I Love You/I Hate You” still existed, but it does. And if for nothing else, its existence was wholly justified this week:
All of my hatred and repulsion for yarnbombing was cemented one afternoon when I saw a homeless man sleeping in the cold underneath the El in Fishtown. He had no means of warmth or cushioning, just the soiled clothes on his back. Above him, hung a garishly colored “knit-bomb” about the size of a blanket. What a giant fuck you.
People of Philadelphia, today, you give us hope.