I was driving through the mountains today, and I saw a sign that said FALLING ROCKS.
Positioned at the side of the road as it was, directly under a wall of rock that was terrible in its massiveness, I thought: Is this sign supposed to make me feel better?
Like, "hey, these might kill you, but at least there is this sign" is an answer to the FALLING ROCK PROBLEM.
I was brought back to a moment in my childhood, when, driving through some mountain pass on our way to visit family or friends in upstate New York, I saw a similar rock wall, with the exact same sign at its base. The sign of this morning caused me to remember quite vividly that in that childhood moment I had a very distinct thought, and it was:
Shouldn't somebody do something about that?!
But what I really meant was: Adults are really quite incapable. You'd best watch out for your own self. Falling rocks are everywhere.
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