Between Luther and Rapa Nui

i realized this easter morning that my house is between a place of worship (slightly north and west) and a private residence (slightly north and east) with easter island heads in the front lawn. the images, and associations connected to these two things make me feel like i’m on a hammock in between. there’s also a place that sells old pinball games a block and a half south, but i’ve already posted a story about that.