|Castle Street during O-week|
|"Just off down to the dairy on Castle Street"|
But a couple of things got me thinking.
1. Glass on the road
I don't know if I have seen anything more beautiful than Castle street on an early morning as the sun hits the glass strewn across the street and it glistens. It is a beautiful juxtaposition of beauty coming out of destruction.
But I do wonder how the Castle Streetians manage to create such a beautiful glistening, I mean....
|...this is what a broken bottle looks like.|
|This is what the glass on Castle Street looks like|
|The hard work of Fred of Castle Street is never acknowledged|
|"Aw crap I forgot to put the glass in, no matter I just put it on top later"|
2/ Burnt couches
Aside from the crushed glass, the Castle Streetians like to leave burnt out couches around, I guess to make the kids from war torn countries feel more at home or something?
|I pretty sure I have seen similar photos in Mogadishu|
|"What are you talking about this is still comfy"|
|"Did you burn the couch again?, Goddamnit"|
|Like this, but much much bigger.|