graffiti - the arts that reflect the soul. like doodling, it's the restless soul that speaks. the graffiteer wants to say something, something which is seemingly irrelevant to existence yet it's so dear to all; to everybody's obsession. obsessed about what? rubbish? they say, that's what graffiti is; rubbish spewn from the idle mind...
you see, from ancient time, all things are obsessed about following the rule of nature.
what's the rule?
that everything comes from a point and ends in one.
why bother then to struggle for anything? every effort will be futile - that's the ultimate law that the graffiteers are following, sublimely... that you and i have to arrive at.... many at the moment when we close our eyes and bid good bye to this inflatory world, that seems to offer myriads of possibilities.
in fact there's only one. didn't you get that from the graffiti?
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