Resting on thin air, the two black dominoes stood smack bang in the middle of the walkway. The sculptures looming, intending to catch the eye of any pedestrian. Rust, crept up the sides showing it weathered and neglected. Graffiti, stained the paint displaying a newer, more real art. They had been there so long that nobody could remember their purpose. A piece of art. obviously, a sculpture, agreed, a meaning, forgotten. Question - did anybody care? Answer - no. Men idled around, lazing in the shade of the dominoes, doing nothing, wasting hours. It was surreal.