I have been SO slack with my blog updates - to my reader, I apologise!Another from New York. I want to go back so much - especially now it's OK to love America again! The plan at the moment is to go back in a year or so, once both my kids are old enough to appreciate it, but any excuse in the meantime and I'll be there!
This was down on West 3rd St, just off Broadway, and spookily you can see the big tag on Google maps at this link - it was just around the corner from a shop where my friend Rachel was spending some time choosing a pair of boots. I was in trouble because I had no opinion on the pair she chose... apparantly 'no opinion' is not an acceptable answer when it comes to women's shoes.
There's something lovely about graffiti like this - it tells all sorts of stories, the truth of which we can only guess at. The story I want it to tell is of a relationship that one partner is so desperate to leave that they are willing to cut the spokes on their wheel in order to get away - so either one partner is a bike, or that's just an awkward and painful metaphor.
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