The Sidewalk is Being All Abstract, Poetic Today
This may look like the cover of a high school literary arts magazine, but it’s actually a piece of cement situated on the corner outside my apartment.
What do I mean?!?
So, is this phrase:
a) a little-known term used by cement layers to indicate an area of the street that is ‘LITerally SOULvent’ (assuming that the cement layers use the British spelling of the word solvent…and assuming that solvent is something that a piece of cement can be, which I really hope is not the case), or
b) a piece of fancy street art left unattended next to a fire hydrant and the old Chinese guy who sits on his front porch calling out incomprehensible things as I pass by, or
c) a sign from above (or below?) telling me that my soul should be lit, or my fire should have a soul, or that today’s literature is lacking a fundamental element of soulfulness and humanity in a world that places its greatest amount of artistic value in the ironic, or
d) a typo
The world will never know.
Price: my confusion, 15 minutes of my life writing this post that I’ll never get back, 10 seconds of yours reading it that you will also never get back (sucka!)
