David Pring-Mill The Crosswalk-Sign
Have you ever noticed the crosswalk sign and its gentle switch from me to you? The man of electric light is your verb, is you walking; but the red hand is not your hand. You do not hold out your hand while waiting to cross: The hand is being held out at you. And so all day, the sign does that careful white-to-red blink of shifting perspective, uncertain of its identity, so certain of its timingâ€” as if the chaotic world can be divvied up into moments of safety.