Beautiful and tragic
Jan.03, 2007, filed under Miscellany
I was just directed to a gallery of photographs of the Ghost Bikes that are found in New York. Each of these machines marks the spot where a cyclist was killed by a car.
Over here we have flowers at death trees. Poignant in their own way, but somehow lacking the simple humanity of these riderless steeds sadly sitting on flaccid tubes, cranks forever now motionless and transmissions rusting into seizure. They remind me of Greyfriar’s Bobby. Their riders gone they are left without purpose except to mark the spot where yet another non-motorist lost his life to the cult of the car.
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Singularity
~something that is singular as (a) a separate unit, or (b) unusual or distinctive manner or behavior; PECULIARITY;
~the quality or state of being singular;
~a point at which the derivative of a given function of a complex variable does not exist but every neighborhood of which contains points for which the derivative exists;
~a point or region of infinite mass density at which space and time are infinitely distorted by gravitational forces and which is held to be the final state of matter falling into a black hole. Sight
