yesterday, walking under an underpass in the city where i live, i saw this graffiti in simple red hand on the concrete:

How dare you paint over these walls when you have bigger fish to fry.
Re-educate the racist, avenge the battered wife, house the poor, end the tyrannies of war and religion and sickness over our lives, then wipe my paint off the walls.
For then it will not matter; I will have everything I ever wanted.
We will have won.

it is rare for my city to spew such beautiful reminders of humanity and intelligence. i only wish i had a camera.


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