A personal exploration of autism from a brother’s perspective, including family relationships, philosophy, neuroscience, mental health history and ethics
Every now and then I see a display like the one pictured below, on one of my routes that takes me through a particular underpass. I don’t know who or what it’s for or what happened, but I feel compelled to memorialize it in a photograph.
It’s beautiful. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe!