a new development in a camp under the tracks, a stone's throw from obomba's rudely proposed illegal settlement on public park land.

this one is playful and ephemeral, continually changing. while obomba's pot sweetens, and his plot thickens, and his tower looms threateningly in dread potential imposition in the flight path of the imagination and the birds, this development is the other side of the fantastic reality of the obomba land grab: homeless and free in the land of the rich speculator, until swept away like a spider's web to be spun anew with hope in the same place for another day.