In which The Gay Recluse admires random acts of beauty garbage.

If you’re like us, you’ve long wondered what would happen if you took the world’s largest (and Con Edison branded!) tote, propped it open with a broken sawhorse and left it for a week on 35th Street and 5th Avenue. Would anyone move it? Or like all totes, would it just slowly fill up with the assorted detritus of urban life?

Incredibly enough, this scenario has finally transcended the hypothetical! After blithely walking around the thing for any number of days in our morning stupor, on Friday we were finally like: “Have our prayers been answered? Is that a giant Con Edison tote and broken sawhorse in the middle of the sidewalk on 35th Street?”

Fuck yes! Check it out:

Oddly but coincidentally, we’ve been thinking about selling these giant totes, except branded with “The Gay Recluse.” (Never again be embarrassed by a small tote!)

Obviously this took some time to fill up.

We’re kind of hoping it’s still there tomorrow. (And what’s that guy on the left doing with a bat?)