"Sign Sign everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign."
Ok, I'll take the bait. Sometimes, sometimes, even I'm a bit confused by this world I live in. I photographed this plywood wall at Congress Square awhile ago. Walking by it this past week, it's now covered by graffiti, posters and other placards. However, this young gal, with the molotov cocktail in hand, remains with this strange expression. When I read, "Goodbye Rape Culture", there are times I think I get it; it's obvious. But then, I read it again, and I'm really at a loss. Who is she? Looks like she has fallen out of a 50's reading primer somewhere. What is she doing? Why is she carrying the bottled gasoline? Enjoy your day. I'm going to ponder this a bit more. No, maybe not!