Karen, You've outblocked yourself. I love the pictures and text. A new form of conversational poetry that takes me on a vicarious journey beyond the block.
The images comes across as snippets of conversations, the broken, decrepit outdated road markings hang as profane language in an uncaring road that wither for them to whither away. Does their presence pervert the the measured order of the road or add a much needed sense of humility to an otherwise ordered space. A reminder that this space is not Semper Eadem but, like us, it's evolving. The surreptitiously molten tarmac slowly flows, taking the markings with it - dissenting with the solidity of the cityscape - we find ourselves asking where we are all flowing to.