Imagine

Last night on my way to hear the Philharmonic in Central Park I walked past the ‘Imagine’ mosaic in Strawberry Fields. It was crowded with hippies and random tourists who I assume were there paying their respects to John Lennon or to his words. It’s a little strange seeing the flowers meticulously positioned around the letters.

I was impressed and yet somehow annoyed with their time, energy and presence.

However, I’ve yet to visit Oscar Wilde’s grave in Paris and I'm fairly certain that I would leave a lipstick kiss on the stone joining the others.

I guess we all have our gods.