Street art

I stood and looked at this for several minutes until Ezra pulled me away. The friendly chaotic jumble of it under that very angular metal staircase.
It just seemed to represent the variety of human characteristics: one correctly put up, screwed onto the wall with precision, some with 'this'll do' overly long brackets, wonky ones and one just mysteriously vanished. Mine would have been the lopsided beige job - bunged up with the wrong brackets, screws bashed in with a hammer as I would have forgotten the drill.