with. I grew flowers and fruit. Periodically I left both flowers and fruit near my gate at night, gifts to those brave enough to accept them. Occasionally I put out a book but none dared take it. It was a way of talking.
Strinkingly Lockdown like! But also a vivid depiction of the neoliberal eviscerstion of any sense of community or society, utterly destroyed by the atomistic, indivudalistic, "bowling alone" mentality
