So I’m at Crema Café in Cambridge on Sunday morning getting some ideas down on paper (before you die: egg sandwich with monterey jack and scallion on homemade English muffin). The wall caught my eye. It seems that despite our social digitization posters in public places still have a place. Whether these really impact the events they depict I’m not sure. Or maybe we just can’t let go.
Even in the heart of the community that spawned Facebook, pulp on a wall remains a viable way to message.