Posthuman Blues

There's quite a bit of road construction going on near my apartment and I'm fascinated by the neon "pavement glyphs" the construction guys use to denote various cryptic functions. They're generally circular, with a line of some kind emerging from the center -- very similar to the pictograms that flourished near Stonehenge in the early 1990s. Indeed, these gaudy works of "found" urban art share a surprising kinship with English crop circles; I have little doubt that if I flattened a field in the shape of one of the quickly spray-painted markers on the street outside, the next morning would find quizzical bystanders marveling at the weirdness of it and offering to pay so they could enter the circle's hallowed circumference . . .