Amsterdam is full of trash, neatly separated and arranged trash. I sometimes forget that it’s trash,
I worry that maybe someone’s just forgotten their orderly box of old hangers or blown out Dutch
boardgames or tacky candle holders. But it’s garbage. Garbage that you can greedily ransack.
This is one of the things that appeals to me about the city as someone who is both cheap and
constantly facinated by other humans but too lazy/anxious to actually engage with strangers.
So long story short, I was walking around a couple weekends ago and ran across…whatever that
is in the animation above. It took a bit of time to strip all these felt washers off of it, which coated
my hands in that familiar flea market film, and I now have a little paper bag full of them.
I have no idea what they’re for yet.