When I become a hugely famous, national treasure author-public intellectual-creativity guru (I’m not sure exactly whether I’ll hyphenate my talents at that point, or not) and my adoring fans choose to honor me by naming public works and natural places after me, I’d prefer if they avoid the obvious — parks, roads, and buildings — and instead reflect my own grand creativity by christening, say, drainage ditches, median strips, or even air-rights after me. I like the idea of a “Humble Genius Municipal Snowpile” that the municipal crews could reconstruct every year, reminding us all of the fleeting nature of, well, everything.
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