I trekked around the North Side yesterday to pick up the huge stash of protractors found by everyone at the Bike Pittsburgh blog (particularly fungicyclist). Mark came along, as did a reporter from the Tribune-Review who is writing an article about the protractors.
After listening to Mark give his thoughts about the protractors, I increasingly believe they aren’t some grand code, but simply the residue of one person living daily life, and while I still want to find as many of them as I can, I no longer feel the need to find out who is behind them or what they mean. I’m enjoying the dialogue: one person placing things all over the city and other people tracking them down, but the two never meeting.
And now: Protractors.