Category: Graffiti
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Survival Instinct on I-86
“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.” ― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis Three-hundred fifty-six miles away, somewhere in the armpit of the Hudson Valley – more like a rat-hole, a stagnating dumpster on the edge of a bog – I’ve found myself…
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Couch Surfin’ All Over the World
Halloween’s ghosts have risen from the ashes to walk the streets again, visiting friends, relatives – maybe even you. Their old haunts may look a little different now – what was once a brothel, say, is now Popeye’s Louisiana Kitchen – but ghosts have a knowing sense of direction. They can find their way around.…
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Please, Stand By
Christmas Eve 2020 It hasn’t been 24 hours yet so it’s still ok for me to be fuming because once midnight hits and the ghost of Jacob Marley arrives in my boudoir along with the ghosts of however many other ex fling-a-boo’s, I have to be ready. Prepared. Armed to the teeth. It’s been four…
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Smooty’s Funeral
The cemetery grass is vivid green and speckled with dozens of mourners. Many are here to pay their respects today, looped around gravestones in the humid sunshine. The crusty clouds of morning finally got the hint, and decided to clear out. At least you can sleep now, Jason. His casket gleams silver – locked and…
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Urban Exploration
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