I worship the ground you moon-walk on
A few months ago these spray-on pavement aphorisms, started appearing in London near Brick Lane. My favourite was
I worship the ground you moon-walk on.
It had a lyrical romantic quality that appealed to me.
I was going to post the above into a comment on JWZ's blog, but I try to never read comments, and anyway I could not justify the effort to sign up.
Most comments that are not outright abuse, always seem like that throw away line at a party, where one person has held the floor for two minutes, and then everyone else can jump in, but you get in first and it tails off towards the final syllable as you realise it was not really worth saying in the first place, and now everyone else is looking at you, hoping that there is a punch line, because what they had to say was a lot better, but they can't say it now because there is a big gap yawning under foot and nothing can fill it.
Anyway, blog comments seem to say, "if this was a real conversation, I could be forgiven for saying something with so little content. But I have had time to reflect, and I am still going to say it. Now what does that say about me?"
Oh, yes, my first link from this blog to another. They call it link love.
I call it selling out...
posted by paul @ 3:38 PM
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