HOPE SHRINE

Whilst walking in the very empty Meatpacking District on USA's Labor Day, I came across a hope shrine:

On a random pole by the street, someone hung a basket, some paper and thread, and people made hope wishes. Strangers wrote their darkest hopes - some endearing, some hilarious, a lot of generic, but it all made sense. And it was all... good - nobody felt like they should waste time writing on the hope shrine for something negative. Nobody wanted revenge, nobody wanted anybody dead, most people wanted their family safe - or to find love.

I liked the hope shrine. :o)