Sunday, June 2

I go for a brisk morning walk wondering why my knees ache. I had intended to walk round the block but I veer off at the end of Linnanherrantie, instead of turning into Riskutie. I walk down towards the long path and pause at this bench.

I have photographed this before but it seems to change over time, as though the art work will never finish. I have visions of people creeping here in the dead of night and adding another layer of slogans and tags, before heading back to bed.