on my way to work the other morning, this struck me. maybe because there is obviously some kind of story behind it. it might be something very uncomplicated, or perhaps not. while i'll never know what that story is, seemingly misplaced objects in unexpected places have a tendency to impart a narrative to me--not the actual narrative itself but that there is one, that is, simply that one exists.
i'll have to go by that block again and check to see if that kickball is still wedged between those powerlines.