Hey my people, here's what gave me joy today. Rising from the streets of a poor, tough LA neighborhood, a carnival midway of spiraling, fanciful towers made by one man, Simon Rubio. His materials were concrete, smashed dishes, soda bottles, tiles from all the building sites he worked over a lifetime as a tile-setter. Simon created his towers by himself, building up and around and past his own tiny house. It took him 33 years. He started in 1921 and worked through the Great Depression, World War II, the invention of the atom bomb, the dawn of rock 'n' roll. His tools were a couple of hammers, chisels, pliers, files. By the time he was done, he had no fingerprints. He'd worn them away.
You think miracles don't happen? Oh, but they do.