As you walk through the city and along Broad Street, the majority of the signs begin with the word NO. No stopping, no standing, no soliciting, no parking, no dogs, no shirt, no service, no trespassing, no loitering and I always think to myself, No Breathing, No Living, No Laughing. No life. A world devoid of color.

This image was ironic because the post appears as if it is splitting in two and the sticker seems to be holding it together as if it were a band aid intent on healing. Yet, the message of the sticker and the experience of 9/11 tore our country in two politically.

The remainder of an old sticker once removed left the image similar to that of a dinosaur head behind. It seemed amusing that an extinct species seemed to be recycling to save the earth. Perhaps, he was trying to warn us?