Stop/Go: What Does It All Mean?

Last Saturday night while walking around the East Village in search of a meal, Wood and I and my good friend Moya and her boyfriend Evan were presented with this street signal:

Reflecting on this now, the existentialist message seems very clear, or very not clear depending how you look at it.

It reminded me of the book The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. In this book which you should read, if you're so inclined, Christopher John Francis Boone, the protagonist and narrator, who is an autistic kid, detests the color yellow, doesn't understand human emotions, knows every prime number up to 7,057, and thinks that if he sees 5 red cars in a row it makes it a super good day.

Somehow, I think he would have a very distinct reaction to this sign. Stop/Go.