That when in writing this I began with blackness. In thinking about my relation to Junior as what exactly that is? There's an accordion gate that stays closed most of the time, but resembles a veil. It's semi-private/public and as such, it's easy to talk through and at the same time talk as if the world stops right there. I joked with Junior about calling him Father Junior since the gate gave a sense of being in a confessional box, and Junior the Mechanic the type of person who the entire community has confided in. We don't get caught up in the joke because both of us are not religious. We are co-conspirators in the bin project. We've studied the problem from all angles and we've got it figured out more or less. Where another site can work and the nuance to consider. 

The gate is funny, it's like it's not there most of the time. There's a way things flow around the pavement and the front of the lab. It's concrete, with cracks. Porous. Below is an image of two shipping containers that are stacked down the street from the lab. I often pass it without taking notice. I hardly am on this side of the street, by the lotto booth — called over by Jovani's grandparents — today I noticed it. On Norfolk and Erthig, red and blue seem to be popular.