there's one i forgot to include. this forlorn scribble was on the temporary fence surrounding the national gallery of victoria during its recent renovation:
"1871
1917
1968
now!"
obviously an undergraduate (sans boyfriend or girlfriend) idling away the spare hours.
i wonder how many passers by would know anything about the paris commune? and would they even care to know? this being oz, my guess is not many.
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