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dear anonymous artist...
I'm sure it means something important and it's true that in the waning afternoon sunlight your sculpture of a rusted railroad spike hanging from a tree dangling at eye-level just by the sidewalk was attractive and thought-provoking.
But, last night, shielded as it is by the tree from the glare of the streetlights it was completely invisible. Walking into it hurt, and the only reason I don't have a black eye is that I've got a deep, nasty scratch in the right lens of my glasses.
Guess I will in fact be visiting the optometrist before burning man this year.
But, last night, shielded as it is by the tree from the glare of the streetlights it was completely invisible. Walking into it hurt, and the only reason I don't have a black eye is that I've got a deep, nasty scratch in the right lens of my glasses.
Guess I will in fact be visiting the optometrist before burning man this year.