Even pigs have errands to run in the city.

I found myself standing before a peculiar quartet of bronze pigs. One leaned eagerly over a trash bin as if expecting to find a gourmet surprise, while another sat back with an air of casual indifference. The sunlight played tricks on their polished surfaces, giving them an almost lifelike sheen. Passersby either smiled or ignored them completely—a curious reflection of how we engage with art in public spaces. A child tugged at her mother’s hand to get a closer look while the mother seemed more interested in her phone. I couldn’t help but wonder what these pigs might think of us if they could see beyond their fixed expressions. Nearby, the hum of conversations mingled with the faint rustle of leaves as the day began its slow descent into evening.