There is a large rock left standing in the center of some long decorative grasses, adrift on a sea of concrete, placed just in front of a metal bench – or, three connected metal chairs -, as if to say
“Fuck you, God.”
There is a large rock left standing in the center of some long decorative grasses, adrift on a sea of concrete, placed just in front of a metal bench – or, three connected metal chairs -, as if to say
“Fuck you, God.”