I captured this little piece of brilliance from an obliging Melbourne wall during last week's trans-Tasman trek. It manages to sum up in just two fragments what I spent a very long time trying to express in a recent post.
Melbourne's inhabitants clearly pride themselves on their widespread penchant for writing exactly what they think on the nearest available public surface. It's now become a hallmark of the entire city; the graffiti, art and various scrawlings found everywhere you look. And I love it - the fact that it's been embraced as part of the fabric of its culture, rather than hidden and continually removed. What is often elsewhere classified as vandalism is here allowed room to flourish, lending to some very inspiring moments when you least expect them.
One thing's for sure - I verily hope no one paints over the back of that door... because reading that statement gave me food for thought for an entire week.
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