So I'll be walking around places full of crap and suddenly there will be something that escapes the land of crap even though it completely embraces the land of crap. Here's a good example. Kroger's, in College Hill (the same place where I spotted the Black History Month Coloring Contest tableau [check out a couple blogposts below]). The mecca of fruits and vegetables and potato chips and greeting cards and 5.99 DVDs and frozen fish-sticks and National Enquirers and Marlburo Lights and so on suddenly turns into the only art gallery in town. Cushioned within the nest of everything is a homemade paean/poster for The Hunger Games Part 2: Catching Fire. It has a careful hand about it, a deluxe attention to detail, and I'm wondering who took the time to do this? Did he/she get paid, or was it on his/her own time? A lonely high school art student with a gorgeously overheated fantasy life, or a middle-aged guy with too much time on his hands because he lost his last job because of a DUI and now all he can get is a part-time gig bagging groceries but he's also kind of talented (etc.)? It doesn't matter. It's just there, and when I see it I'm happy, don't know why -- except maybe because it is a release from the world of design and packaging and the onslaught of what needs to be bought. It has a delicacy that makes you understand what being a fan of something is. I couldn't really ever bring myself to go see Catching Fire at the movies, but I'll probably see it on TV and burst into tears thinking of this dumb/brilliant poster. I don't know. That's just the way it is.