John and I were strolling through Lafayette Square today and noticed that scattered among the other historical, more formal pieces in the park, lingered sculpture that didn’t seem to belong.
For example, did this artist watch the movie Donnie Darko too many times or what?
I mean with the “bunny” and these “flowers” below, I know exactly where I’m hanging out the next time someone slips me some magic mushroom tea.
But I’ll probably avoid the “eye benches.”
That would be like asking for a bad trip.