Somewhere in Detroit
I walk past this wall at least once a week.
Most of the time I don’t understand the spray-painted messages on the concrete barrier. Are they gang tags? Bored kids? Street philosophers spreading the good word?
Most of the time I don’t bother looking at anything in this neighborhood, as the decay and neglect depress me.
Most of the time I’m focused on reaching my car before I’m knifed for the two bucks I have in my wallet.
This day is different. I don’t know what made me look but I did. I looked and I saw this message. Clearly, it needs to be in my head.
Do not tell your story in anger.
Now that is really interesting.
What profound words for a graffiti tag. Love that picture you took.
WOW. Just wow.
That’s a great motto.
I love, for some reason, seeing all the PoRab! tags all over the city. It just makes me smile, what with the excited exclamation point.
I’m going to pay attention to that one; I can’t say I’ve noticed. It’s funny the ones you notice on a regular basis. I’d photograph more if I felt safe enough.
Interesting that a tagger would actually write something like that. Hmm. Great words just wrong place.