Saturday, October 10, 2015

human trafficking

An upside-down neon-orange-red traffic cone, in a hole, in a sidewalk. West Fayette Street near South Geddes Street, Syracuse, New York. Although the traffic cone cannot speak, it evokes questions:
  • How did the traffic cone get there? Did a human or humans place it there after a human or humans fell or tripped at that spot? Did a human call another human at City Hall or at the DPW?
  • How long will the traffic cone reside there?
  • Where does this urban not-quite-infrastructure problem rank amidst the parade of priorities inexorably marching in place?
  • Is the mayor aware of this? Is the Common Council?
  • As with many problems in distressed cities in America, will this problem-concern-issue be ignored, becoming a "cone of uncertainty," or more aptly a cone of neglect, or cone of temporary potential caring, or cone of insouciance?
  • Is this upside-down silent traffic cone a megaphone shouting into the void, its cries muffled by traffic, concrete rubble, and indifference?
 "Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity." Simone Weil

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