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The here of Watts is pastel houses with window gratings in curly patterns. Here is yard sales with bins full of stuffed animals and used…
I think the above about the pastel houses captures the odd lack of awareness (as do the Sontag quotes— which makes me think that the gimmick is an intellectualized lack of awareness)— is she being cute by mentioning that they’re pastel houses with curly grating? What grates (HA) is the use of the word “grating”— makes it sound like a hardcore screen. That shit is Bars. Bars on your windows. There’s way too much self-awareness—and reliance on it—throughout the piece to pass over something like that, even in just word choice.
How about this: I’ve never lived in Watts but we have bars on our window over the exterior stair. We don’t on the window that’s 2 stories up. When they built this they weren’t worried about Spider-man getting in.
Heck the writing was good though. So you should still donate.