I mean, it's not like it's an actual
square, or anything.
It was clear that an artist hadn't named
this space. Oh, I suppose you could argue
that it was square-ish: but an artist, as
was she, would argue that a bunch of criss
crossing walkways, never straight and
always intersecting, was one hell of a mess.
When she walked these walkways, she had
this fear of running into Someone when one
path of concrete meets another.
That's why she's sitting on the bench,
laughing at the others,
who use the dangerous walkways
when it would have been quicker
to cut across the grass.
