Graffiti

There’s a little alleyway in town that is a shortcut from the car park. I wouldn’t walk it alone at night, but in the daytime it’s bright and busy. There’s a lot of graffiti on walls and doors, some really quite disgusting in its content and some to be admired. This has been there for quite a few years now (I should have a photo of it in better condition somewhere) and is made from those kids sticky foam letters. I don’t know what it is about this particular act of creative vandalism that speaks to me, but I actually think of it often.