I've mentioned this before on SaidIt. I saw a lot of weird fucking shit and did some crazy drugs in Manhattan in my 5 years there, but the one thing that broke my brain was on the non-cinematic, boring, corner of 1st Avenue and 6th Street. I looked for hidden cameras capturing reactions. I wondered if it was abstract performance art. Was it an accident? I still just don't understand. It was a large suitcase at the corner, abandoned, alone, with it's formerly-full contents spilling out on the sidewalk - cooked pasta and spaghetti sauce.