The
Writing's On The Wall
(3/31/04)
There's a small little road virtually in front of my house, that's
more or less hidden to the main road. It's on a steep hill that
goes close to the river and underneath the main bridge through
town. This brick wall lines both sides of that hill. In the four
years that I lived here, it took me a couple years to even notice
the road, and only last fall did I notice the wall. One side
is usually covered with vines, and the other side has this graffiti
on it, which I find a bit ironic. It's amazing what's literally
right before my eyes when I open them wide. |
