When I saw the contents of someone's life dumped out in the alley, of course I was struck by it. Its one thing to hear it on the news, another to witness it. More, I'm pretty sure I'd met these people. I'd talked with a nice family while walking my dogs a week or so before, and they said they were about to be evicted.
That led me to more existential ponderings... what good is stuff without people? I saw a collection of red plastic collanders which would have been fun to do a "Devo" bit with, but... with no one to do it with, the things lost their value and meaning.
