One of the glories and terrors of working in public is that you do see if your output means anything to anyone.

I'd paint long strips of canvas and abandon them on the beach, or put bread out in geometric patterns for the pigeons downtown. I wanted people to find something nice and intriguing to puzzle over. Then I'd go back to see if the things were still there, or if anyone would notice.

I'd been doing projects outdoors for the public. I made pigeons eat geometry by putting bread out in rhomboids and triangles. I don't know if this activity made sense, but the work was available.

I can't for the life of me see that by being permissive you actually assist anyone.

It is in your self-interest to find a way to be very tender.

Sloppy thinking gets worse over time.