Plaques and Nameplates

A little idea I have, when I thought about all the phases and labels I was and am.

Upon the wall of life, there sits many plaques and nameplates. Some polished well, some grimy. Some proudly honored, some shamefully derelict. These plaques and nameplates define me, who I am. And the wall still have space for more.

I like typography, but I'm not skillful with GIMP to do an exceedingly well one.
As always, cheers~