What Is It?

When we were kids, my best friend Linda and I made up a game we called Detective. It involved walking around the neighborhood picking up scraps of paper and bits of trash, preferably with writing on them. I don't think we actually went through people's garbage, fastidious little things that we were, but we gathered a lot of strange things. Then we would drag it all home, dump it out, and attempt to construct a story from the information on all the bits and pieces. Bills, letters, parking tickets, a newspaper. We created complex narratives involving the names we found: intrigues, love affairs, perhaps murder and mayhem.

Here is a beginning for a new story. I'm pretty sure I won't follow up with a dumpster dive, but there may be other clues out there.

Hipstamatic: Lowy lens; Uchitel 20 film