Nottingham

January 09, 2020

Maybe if the obscene art had already been there, he would have seen the pothole and I’d still be on the car. But the Rembrandt with the spray paint didn’t come until long after I was spinning across the roadway. Tragic, really. Lonely hubcaps scattered around the roadside. In the channel. Near the pavement. In someone’s garden. Mayhem. Why does it take a news photo of crude graffiti artist for anything to be done about it? Either way, for me and the rest of us along the roadway here, too little, too late.