Guilt

I wonder if they dug up the corpses and did DNA tests would the bodies match the guilt. And, speaking of the guilt, isn’t guiltier and guiltiest relative terms and by that token, relative to what—who ever is guilty in the first place. This is in Union Square Park, it’s an art installation by Miranda July, part of a series of interactive pieces so to speak. Called 11 Heavy Things, the project apparently premiered last year in Venice. Not sure what the meaning was beyond some summer in the city art fun, which on the second day of summer was sufficient context for me.