Suburban Mecca of Junk

After reading Junkspace, I feel like a front lawn is certainly junk space. Lawns tend to be ubiquitous, undetailed and removed from the natural environment from which it once was. It certainly host commercial purposes like garage sales and lemonade stands but it has a uncanny publicness to it. Politician place signs on front lawns, cities often place meters or electrical boxes within it, the neighbors dog poops in it, and it acts as a recreational zone for kids, and yet it is not defined by a single intentional purpose. Though it is definitely not interior space, non permissible occupation can certainly arouse emotions of a foreign army invasion. It is truly something that can be anything which is nothing. And, this nothingness is connected by a suburban transitory system called a sidewalk, creating a paper thin imaginary border between address and a public road. Lawns, specifically front lawns are almost always linked without barrier creating a chain from neighbor to neighbor like the infinite storefronts of a mall. All of which have facade although one can be confused for another, some of which are never open for guest or business (no soliciting), and some of which suggest a private openness (think suburban Farnsworth House). This characteristics, within the exception of those found in the buildings of suburbia, are not limited to the street but include the sidewalk, roads, neighborhood parks, and the cul-de-sac. This contemporary junkness also exist in an ever expanding sprawl, leading to the eventual climax and fallout like the financial crisis of 2008.