"I live on planet earth," she said, following my gaze as I took in the jumble of empty lunch containers and seemingly random file folders she was returning to her bag.
A silent, sun-scorched jumble of empty streets and shadow-dwelling dogs, where saloon-doored tequila bars shelter bad men, and there's an atmosphere of the whole town holding its breath, waiting for a stranger to enter the square, kick the spurs of his cowboy boots into the midday dust and start something.
I swam here when I was in elementary school," said Saaya Minatogawa, 14, standing at the edge of an empty pool, now a jumble of steel beams and broken glass, in Otsuchi, Iwate Prefecture.
But how quickly the congregations of both these buildings had evaporated, leaving behind a damp jumble of prayer books, empty tables and broken steps leading down into the ritual bath.
In four of the pictures, Tracy's image is partially hidden by arrangements of found snapshots, clippings from dictionaries, and nostalgic objects — an empty ring box, perfume bottles, women's nylons in a jumble of hues.
But the press center was a jumble of warm bodies and laptops and tangled wires, sprinkled with empty cans of Red Bull.
This snidely tossed-off jumble of brand-name tourist attractions and casual sexual encounters captures the empty rootlessness that the rest of the movie belabors into a strident one-note caricature.
But because all the packets the system sends will be encrypted scrambled, that is, into a random-seeming jumble of characters it will not be possible for anyone listening in to tell the empty packets from the tiny few that contain real information.
HERKIMER Street, from Bedford to Nostrand Avenue in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, is a perfect urban jumble: old frame houses smothered in aluminum siding; apartment buildings jammed in next to tiny brownstones; an empty mansion; a Baptist church in the Islamic style.
