So for those who’ve never heard of them, the Toynbee Tiles are a pre-Internet creepypasta involving lino tiles stuck to roads and engraved with a variety of eschatological messages like RESSURECT DEAD ON PLANET JUPITER. The originator of the tiles is thought to be a Philadelphia man with a somewhat tenuous grasp on reality, but he spawned legions of imitators and now there are Tiles in cities all over the world. I managed to walk over a few in New York and D.C. when I was there, and grinned a little every time.
There’s just one problem: the Tiles, particularly the originals, are disintegrating.
So what hope is there for preservation, particularly given many cities treat them like graffiti rather than art? (Warning for browser-crashing levels of advertising at the link. Adblockers recommended.)