Things Fall Apart

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst   

Are full of passionate intensity.

-W.B Yeats The Second Coming

An old and abandoned metal fence, originally intended to keep livestock out of the parkland on the edge of the city, is installed on a vacant lot in the centre of the city.