On the cobblestoned sidewalk at the corner of graffiti-saturated Berlin's Boxhagener Strasse and Warschauer Strasse, stenciled or painted in white are these words separated by virgules, or slashes (punctuation marks meant to join, not separate, according to purists):
YOUNG / AND / LOST
I saw these words in the midst of doing laundry (very confusing machines!), while also attempting to engage in some entrepreneurial commerce. Small world.
They gave me pause.
Do these words describe a band?
An anarchic political manifesto?
A cry for help?
A simple declaration of fact (for individuals, or en masse)?
A Good Friday sermon (pithy and pointed)?
Concrete poetry (hahahahahaha)?
In any event, I mused, what makes the young think they have a lock on being lost?
I'm myself am wandering, sometimes feeling lost.
But, to borrow a phrase I recall from the Book of Common Prayer:
May I find -- and be found.