Last time I was in New York City I spent an entire afternoon hanging around the Brooklyn Bridge; watching the never ending flow of people coming and going, the river and boats, the sun setting over the city and a million lights suddenly coming to life.
People have decided to turn the bridge into a canvas, writing words in different languages, from declaring love to shout-outs to distant homelands. Is it vandalism or is it inspiring?
I don’t really know. But some of them get to become souvenirs: