This sweatshop up the street has what looks like a hundred or more sewing machines. Whatever they sew there always seems to be blue fabric. The cracks in the sidewalks there are tinted blue form the dust. Today it was windy and there were three guys outside sweeping up piles of blue fabric shards each just a little bigger than a grain of sand.
We walk the dogs past there every day. The only time they get animated on this stretch is when the walk coincides with the lunch truck break and the employees eating there on the sidewalk. The dogs would love a handout and we pick up the pace to a jog to avoid them fixating on any person’s plate of food or any person at all. The dogs just kept walking, as the fabric doesn’t smell like meat. I thought that if a space alien landed right here right now that it could safely be assumed that this was where the color blue was manufactured.