The trash can sometimes be a very fertile place, but little did I realize that I would find a pregnant woman sitting ever so peacefully by the trash. Or at least this blown up posterboard of what seems to be an advertisement for comfortable and affordible furniture - a struggling but ever-hopeful future mother pondering her future while reclining on the latest gray and beige set.

I immediately brought it up to my apartment only to have my roomates begin laughing hysterically. Apparently that was OUR sofa and OUR drapes lit so heavenly in the background. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, our next door neighbor, the struggling but ever-hopeful artist-student that she is, was doing an assignment on "Expectations" and created this piece that documents her grandmother's plans for her alternative present. For this she needed "grandmotherly" furniture and a pillow - and our living room fit the bill (though the sofa now has a blood red cover on it, not exactly a motherly color).

In any case, our neighbor is not pregnant, but I have been dreaming about pregnant women for the past couple of days. There is something sinister about her smirk, like she has some sort of bomb in there.

I imagine this photo will return in upcoming tasks...