Well I did get out finally, and I did see something. Nice-ish garden, dotted with sculptures. Several trunks and cases, like the ones many people used when coming here. My folks too. Turned a corner and there was this. It too is stone. Apparently it too is art. Okay, so not just history. Apparently there are parts of my life that have turned to art as well.
Yeah, I’m really not sure how I feel about all of this.