This strip of grass used to be the hangout spot for the homeless, drunks and drug dealers. It’s not surprising that the city fathers decided to open it up and make it less attractive to nefarious deals. On the one hand we have gained an area to admire the brutal art the city has purchased over the years, but we have lost the casual contribution by the homeless, who, in this case cast a pair of serviceable trainers in the vicinity. I love the brutal fountain, out of concrete slabs, but the casually discarded shoes asked another question.
Published by Clive La Pensée
Clive La Pensée, ex-science teacher, recognised writer on history of beer, novelist, expressionist, dreamer, believer in never giving up, empathiser, hopeful for a future without class, gender or racial prejudice. It's tough and at the moment, one has to remember distance travelled, rather than where we are at. View more posts