Bowling alley carpets are so hopeful.

They came into this world all bright primary colors against deep dark backgrounds, murals of the 80s and 90s each one and then had dirt and cigarette detritus ground into them mercilessly in the cauldron of bowling americana.

Yet they still persist, harboring what could likely be studied as stratigraphic layers of middleclass soot; pizza grease from kids birthday parties, gum, dirt, cheap beer.



Arcades in the 80s and early 90s used the same carpets and had much the same connotations. I generally spent more time in them than bowling alleys.

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