Approaching this Roosevelt Island staircase today, from the west, all I saw were the words SEX and CUNT. I assumed this some kind of deliberate Jenny Holzer-esque thing. Nope. It’s an FDR memorial every bit as weird as I remembered from when I first encountered it after its opening a few years ago. Roosevelt Island is weird. The north is radically different from the south, vice-versa, all that.
CUNT AND SEX
