Photo: Maarten Inghels
Years ago, I found this cobblestone on the street in Brussels with the golden inscription “I USED TO BE A MOUNTAIN.” Like a speech bubble rising from a choked rock. After all these years, I still haven’t been able to find out who made it—there’s no record of it anywhere as a listed artwork. I see it now as a poetic intervention by an anonymous city dweller.
That’s actually a mildly depressing way to put it. Reduced from a majestic, imposing, mass to something humans tread on without a second thought.
Oh, for fucks sake not everything is holy and should remain immutable forever. Not everything humans do to their environment is bad.
Besides, this is probably granite which would have been under a mountain that got worn away. It was probably buried underground and quarried. No one saw a big impressive mountain and chopped it down.
You must be fun at parties
3 hours after you posted. You have 0 upvotes and they have 22.
Looks like you are the one who must be fun at parties judging from the numbers
Actually, I’d venture to say they were right, and they’re no fun at parties
You are entitled to your opinion, but I was analysing the numbers. Which at this moment are 29 to -1
And I explained that so, you can disagree with me all you want. I don’t care because my comment still holds up regardless of what you believe
I’m a different person, from the one you were replying to originally, and I was being tongue in cheek. Sorry if you got confused
Ahh thanks. I definitely did not catch that being tongue in cheek. Sorry, and thanks
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