Well, fuck

This post is a bit late, but a couple of days after our last yarn bomb we went back to the scene of the crime. Things we saw: benches, trash. Things we did not see: adorable knit things. Why? Why does our city keep taking down happy public art? It's not hurting anyone or anything. And why is cutting our knitting off of benches in the downtown square more important than picking up the empty food wrappers two feet away?