A Giant Mechanical Arm

A Chicago Streets-and-Sanitation worker in a basket at the end of a giant mechanical arm protruding from a truck parked on Greenvew Avenue just appeared in the air 10 feet from our second-story window. He's trimming branches from the English Oak Tree where obscene squirrels chased each other this morning. I step from the old newspaper basket I sleep in. Hiss at him. My tail down, curling between my legs. "This is why the spectator feels at home nowhere, because the spectacle is everywhere" (Debord).