I've been mostly brainless* all week, so in lieu of real written content, how about a spot of DC life? The Dupont Circle Metro Station's been getting some stone work done so I've been putting my cameraphone to use on the way home.
I'm not sure I understand the choice of poetry. It's from Whitman's Wound-Dresser. Does this have anything to do with DC in general or Dupont Circle in particular? Contemporary antiwar statement, maybe? But why at a subway stop? Way too much to think about after a long day.
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