The homeless remind me of the homeless we have at home, but it’s hotter here. They’re under bigger overpasses, but the cardboard is the same. It’s in from the Chinese Pacific Silk-road on giant cargo shirts, protecting trillions of dollars worth of stuff, offering small but real protection to products as they float waiting for a useful place.
Trees have rings like cardboard has grime; you can tell how how far down the consumer chain by the unreadability of its letters and the scars it bears. The same may be true about those who now use it as a sleeping mat, under the sprawling overpass, beside the GAP store. It still offers small, but real protection to the people as I float by in the Paris of the South.
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