Who was it that possessed the perverse audacity to look at a dark patch of dirt under the Aurora Bridge and imagine a peculiar form of immortality?
It is, of course, the world famous Fremont Troll, a colossus of engineering and vision and quirky, twisted madness.
A tourist stands atop concrete fingers and says, “I just wonder what the real meaning behind it is?”
A young woman stands beneath the monstrous shoulder of the beast and marvels, “It’s so cool to see all the details that are actually happening. The hair, the eyes, it’s really cool.”