Yesterday officials in France cleared the Pont des Arts bridge of it’s hundreds of thousands (if not millions) of “love locks”. The idea behind these is for couples to write or engrave their names on a lock, clamp it onto the bridge, and then toss the key into the Sienne River below to leave the lock behind symbolizing their eternal undying and unbreakable love for one another.
At least until the guys with the bolt cutters show up.
The Pont des Arts bridge isn’t the only bridge where this practice has occurred, nor is it limited to Europe. New York City’s own Brooklyn Bridge has been the recipient of these steely locks of love, and promptly declared war on them as only a Brooklyn bridge could… by calling them graffitti.
A few years ago I read this great short story called Promises of London: A Short Story by none other than Hugh Howey. I remember thinking to myself that there have to be more people like that out there. Going from bridge to bridge, city to city, trying to break that ethereal bond wrapped around iron with steel. An attempt to retrieve the pieces of their soul that were left behind before they completely wither away.
Well it looks like all those people can stop now… the government is going to be the crusher of hopes, dreams, and collector of the slivers of soul left on those bridges.
It’s not like they weren’t already doing that.