This sculpture stands in the grounds of Charing Cross hospital. I walk past it most 
weeks and have always been impressed by its seemingly audacious meaninglessness.
My father died in Charing Cross hospital. So did my beloved great aunt. So when I walk through the grounds I’m usually thinking of them and the meaning of our life here on this earth.
That brings me to Shakespeare:
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Many of us do not share this bleak outlook. But perhaps the sculptor did. Perhaps the sculpture too, signifies absolutely nothing.
Hammersmith and Fulham Forum 
It could quite easily be London’s worst piece of public art, let alone H&F’s!
Why not get rid of it?
It might be the only thing left of human civilization one day. What will alien paleontologists make of it?