Earlier this year, Y and I found this Wage Uglydoll lying on the ground and covered in mud where three paths converge by a tree in Green-Wood Cemetery. It was the day after a windy thunderstorm. We we weren’t sure if he had been blown off a headstone or dropped by a cemetery visitor, so we propped him up in this tree so he’s be easy to see by anyone passing by in case they had lost him. Or, if he had been left on a grave, at least he would be within eye-shot.
It has been months since we last saw Wage in the cemetery, because the weather has been too oppressive to go for a walk there. Thankfully, it was in the 70s yesterday, so we ventured out to the cemetery for a long walk. Wage was right where we left him keeping watch over the comings and goings in his corner of the graveyard.
Considering his namesake, he has escaped the trappings of wage-earning by leaving capitalism behind. His life is now living up a tree in the sun amongst a little bit of nature in the heart of the big city.
