somehow, the defocused face draws the eye to the generic institutional garbage can cover. These cans are everywhere. They are designed to be unseen. Someone probably became quite wealthy creating the illusion that trach just "goes away". And then there's this woman, tired, resting on the trash that isnt really there. Makes a fella want to draw a trite conclusion in order to simplify the complex human and economic issues that lead a person to beg in front of the post office, Keep the jaggies. I like them.