Ok, this is a very sheila post, but I kinda love these little love notes that someone has scattered every 100 paces or so across the length of the Williamsburg Bridge. I noticed them a few months ago and ever since, new ones have been added periodically.
It’s hard to not be intrigued or as least curious about this (perhaps fictional? but certainly tumultuous) relationship. Walking into the Lower East Side on a grey, rainy day yesterday, I discovered a new one: “All I want to do is go home to you, but you’re not there.”