brothercyst: the currents of dread

Monday, February 25, 2008

the currents of dread


4 comments:

ERIN NEWBY said...

On the main commuter route between Oxford and London, at a part of the road where the traffic tends to slow or jam entirely during the morning rush hour, there’s a long, high wall between two roadside fields. On it, someone has daubed the ineludible, monstrous question: Why do I do this every day?

Maria said...

The first one is only a bit depressing.

Nick said...

On the LIRR out to Long Island, you pass a large dour sign, right in the middle of rail-yard wasteland, that quotes Lamentations: "Is it nothing to all you who pass by?"

I like that one.

ERIN NEWBY said...

I like that too. You can always rely on scripture to deliver on apocalyptic unease. Snippets from Revelation outside of rural churches are particularly enervating. Although they sound cool on Johnny Cash songs.