Posthuman Blues

I spent the day fighting fatigue and a persistent headache. I visited a thrift store on the off-chance they might have some good books (for the most part they didn't, although I did see a copy of Alvin Toffler's "The Third Wave") and came across this macabre tangle of dolls.





And this Robosapien, seemingly imploring "Look at me! Hey! Look! Over here!"





I got the hell out and took this picture of a vacated (?) fruit-stand.





Sad dead-carnival atmosphere. Like perusing the refuse after some mass suburban exodus, leaving its dead to decay in the summer heat.