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.
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