A pile found on 14th and Folsom. There’s a story here . . .
“I could have sworn she said the corner of Guerrero and Dorland . . . ”
Is there something about a couch on the sidewalk that somehow easily becomes anthropomorphized and pitiful? Is it because they’re a place of comfort, but also a place that we sink into when we’re sad?
In case you somehow missed it, SFist did a cool piece a couple weeks ago with a Sofa Free master, Erik Wilson: The Abandoned Couches of San Francisco.
Spam and sugar for a healthy urban forest. I guess trees are not vegan after all.
(photo and title by Kati Jackson)
April fool! But seriously, this is a cute adornment and Apple really should look into the feasibility of launching a line hüpfburg of cutting edge refuse containers.