Words
- by Roberto Rocha
- published from New Zealand
- on 2010.04.03
GALLERY: The monuments of Bruce Bay
For one kilometre on a barren stretch of the New Zealand West Coast, a passing driver can live the sorrows, the excitement, the caprice of past travelers.
Mostly they are pebbles scribbled on with a Sharpie. Others are driftwood branches set upright, towering rock piles, or a simple national flag.
All express a sentiment: I’ve been here. I miss my dead lover. I love my country.
They’re there for no reason, other than just being there.
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