The Utter Absurdity of Dont.
Honestly, Christchurch. Seriously? I’ve seen more coherent messaging from pigeons. Apparently, someone thought it was a brilliant idea to plaster cryptic signs around the city – signs that simply said things like “Don’t.” Don’t what exactly? Don’t breathe? Don’t exist? Dont enjoy sunshine? The sheer lack of explanation is breathtaking in its incompetence.
The local council, naturally, is being wonderfully vague about it all. Something about public art installations and provoking thought. Provoking a headache, maybe! It’s not art; it’s an exercise in frustrating the populace. Im supposed to think about why I shouldn’t do something that hasn’t even been defined? My brain is working overtime trying to decipher this nonsensical directive.
It feels like a particularly elaborate prank orchestrated by bored civil servants with far too much power and absolutely zero creativity. You know, the kind who probably think putting up signs saying Walk is innovative. Its a monumental waste of resources, money better spent on, I don’t know, fixing potholes instead of fostering mass bewilderment.
And let’s be honest, it’s just another example of those in power thinking they’re cleverer than everyone else. They clearly arent. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go contemplate whether I’m allowed to sit down. Dont ask me why.
