Let Down; Hanging Around
As I was driving back home from work last week, I spotted a tiny sign lurking in the grass verge at the far end of the main road past my house, bearing the brightly-coloured question "Why are you here?".
Whilst I suspected (and later discovered) that it was a product of one of the local churches, I rather appreciated the initial ambiguity of it - a sort of aggressively existential guerrilla warding.
Then, on the way back from Basingstoke today I encountered another, also at the side of the a major road, reading "Where are you going?". Again, sufficiently well-placed to be pleasingly ambiguous in its interpretation.
Unfortunately, right behind it was yet another sign bearing the message "What is life all about?". I couldn't help but be bitterly disappointed; after the previous two it felt like something of a philosophical anvil, and even the wording is just unbearably clunky. They were doing so well until then. I find myself half-tempted to remove just that one sign, as a form of aesthetic direct action.
Whilst I suspected (and later discovered) that it was a product of one of the local churches, I rather appreciated the initial ambiguity of it - a sort of aggressively existential guerrilla warding.
Then, on the way back from Basingstoke today I encountered another, also at the side of the a major road, reading "Where are you going?". Again, sufficiently well-placed to be pleasingly ambiguous in its interpretation.
Unfortunately, right behind it was yet another sign bearing the message "What is life all about?". I couldn't help but be bitterly disappointed; after the previous two it felt like something of a philosophical anvil, and even the wording is just unbearably clunky. They were doing so well until then. I find myself half-tempted to remove just that one sign, as a form of aesthetic direct action.