As part of my ongoing obsession with markers in public space, I present to you a selection from my camera roll of bench plaques. Start looking around—they’re everywhere—and read them. They’re one of those purely good things, covering a breadth of human experiences and relationships with all the love and poignant tragedy that entails (often as memorials, naturally, but not always.) This is the closest I’ll come to an art project…
See you next week.
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