walking mount pleasant cemetary and found this tree with damage that had been bricked over and marvelled at its ruin-like-folly quality, then looking around realized it was not the only folly.
''and now there is the internet: this is a pulpit for what anybody says, which gives pig ignorants their best occasion to foul our wells with extra information.'' alessandro gallenzi, ars poetastrica. ( j.g.nichols translation).