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sidewalk fragment, fragment of concrete found in front of 60 Walker Street, 2023.

The force of each human step slowly opens up a void of absent concrete. The eroding of the sidewalk from poor soil becomes a romantic space for garbage, water, and other unknown liquids and objects to seep and converse. The handling of this ‘site’, this microenvironment of a cracked sidewalk, is similar to the peeling callus hanging off ones skin. After observing the fragment, I removed the adhesive conjoined to it. A cutting of the umbilical cord; a new beginning.

Perhaps, I am saving this fragment because I feel a familiar pain. A pain of misinformation and misleading ways of consuming information, warping our sense of space and architecture. The semi-fantastical memory of feeling unconscious while the force of time and event jolts you to the next ‘thing’. So, the compliance of saving this fragment becomes a glimpse of recognizing my identity in a material, an intuitive adoption to my databank of experiences that reveal my self-identity. A resolution outside of my ‘digital identity’.