Dispatches from the Circuitdelic Laboratory.

Seen on the sidewalk—somewhere between the Rockettes and the recycling bin.

Even in disposal, she delivers. One leg high, toes pointed, eternal optimism in a trash bag tutu.

Was it a toy? A mannequin? A forgotten window display?

Whatever she was, she hasn’t quit.

Discarded, yes.

Defeated? Never.

There’s something beautifully ridiculous here—like the ghost of performance art haunting the suburbs.

The leg says: “I may be surrounded by cardboard, but I still believe in the high kick.”

A reminder:

Even when the world dumps you on the curb…

keep striking the pose.