Under the tree by an alley intersecting an avenue,
a suitcase made from black cloth, plastic components,
a synthetic strap, and so on lie stranded. It seems like
a wheel or two broke down overnight. Abandoned next to
the suitcase is a chair build with synthetic leather with
armrests, its back scratched by an animal. A rectangular
plastic basket with a broken bottom, bleached from UV
rays, lies on a seat cushion, overlapping with a broken
flowerpot. A translucent plastic bag full of aluminum cans
has appeared. Behind the chair legs and the suitcase,
a stack of glass picture frames leans against a tree,
together with worn-out movie posters with actors from
a bygone era.
Someone had examined the suitcase, which still looked
usable, but left it there after spotting a long slit in the back.
Someone else had looked through the abandoned picture
frames, and yet another person had examined the chair
here and there before putting beside it a bent umbrella
and a bundle of waste paper from home. A junkman
comes by. He is old and slow, yet he skillfully tears off the
metal part of the chair and nonchalantly throws the bag
full of aluminum cans into his handcart. He piles up the
wastepaper bundles neatly so as to hold as many of them
as possible. He estimates how much the sum of the stuff
piled up in apparent disorder in the handcart might be
worth in cash, and ponders which route he should take to
get to the junkshop before deciding whether he should load
up stuff like plastics, which are hardly worth the trouble.
After the man sticks the bent umbrella into a corner of his
handcart and pushes it away, what is left is the suitcase
with a long slit in the back, a chair with only its back
and the seat cushion collapsed on the ground, a plastic
basket, and the picture frames with broken glass. Like an
installation work in process, objects will be added and
their shapes will change over time, constructing a dynamic
landscape that we will never become tired of.