I drive past this building every day. Someone spray painted the words “Soul damning shots. No virus.” onto it. Whoever the artist is clearly has something they feel really strongly about, but something else stands out to me when I drive past this building now: the overgrown brush.
The first time I saw this graffiti, I wanted to stop and photograph it. But something always stopped me. Maybe it was the rush of my day to day life moving at light speed making me feel like I can’t spare a single moment to take a photo for myself.
However, now this building had changed. The graffiti had changed. It was overgrown and tired. Much like I feel, unshaven and mentally and physically exhausted.
How long have we lived like this? How much is left?
It feels like we are all broken or breaking.