Walking through the industrial zone that separates Williamsburg and Bushwick, I came across these kids all caught up in the urban jungle.



And then this kid. A bit petulant, no?



Check out these punks, courtesy of Swoon.





Veng Col Rok2. Epic.







I've read Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49. From what I recall, it told the story of Oedipa Maas as she becomes entangled in the dangerous world of mail delivery following her boyfriend's murder. See, in the story, there was the known deliverer of known mail, Thurn and Taxis, and the unknown deliverer of unknown mail, Trystero. Trystero exists and operates by communicating via signs, which appear unexpectedly in the most innocuous spaces. The Ee's on the following beauty are reversed. Just saying.