While ventring off track in the woods, I sighted this lonely sign. I spent a few moments taking in its sorry message. I will never know who mounted it upon the trunk, but what I do know is that it made me share the feeling that provoked its mounting.
What I see in this photo is a capture of the uncertain future and the hysterical present. The rapid expansion of the state into our lives. The accelerating decay of the social fabric. The very real doubt that our lives will ever be normal again.
