Homilies

There were messages on our walk today. This one seemed exceptionally true.

I wondered about the person who wrote it. It could have been me but I don’t have a can of spray paint.

There were plenty of gang signs and profanity, a lot of cock and ball stories. And simply kind sentiments like this.

I don’t like graffiti in public spaces. But you could say public art is graffiti to people who don’t like it. So maybe I need to have a more open mind. It might be too late for that, though.

I was glad to have been there and glad to leave.