There’s colored yarn strings of stuttered graffiti phrases on the once-bare concrete walls that parallel the east busway on the ride into downtown. One of the legible phrases is “NO SET FUTURE”, set in half-serifed seafoam. Given the number of people that ride on those buses every day I’m estimating that more people will read that phrase than have ever read anything by me thus far. I’m wondering if the thought needled into the artist’s head, clutched in the gasmask and casually casting sidelong eyes for lazy third shift cops: that his (or her?) spraystrokes would proffer roundabout inspiration for a blog post by someone who knows nothing about graffiti other than it’s not as rebellious or ugly as he once thought.
May he stitch more mist onto flat public walls forevermore. Amen.