Loks

At least this is what I think it says. Sometimes, when I look at graffiti, I wonder to myself, who is behind the piece and what's the driver for it. Was it just kids playing with spraycans, someome tagging their turf or does someone really consider random scribbles as a piece of art.

This one seems like someone's signature, "Loks", with two alienish figures hovering about. This creeps me out, it feels like dead people hovering in the vacuum of deep space or aliens coming to pick you up at night. You suck, Loks! Unless your intention was to creep us out.

Quickly running along the friendly and quiet neighbourhood, to reach the park, where the proximity of nature calmes my nerves. Where is everybody? It's like I am alone on this earth. Reminds me of a kid's story where this boy wished to be alone on earth and somehow, his wish was granted. At first he had fun, he could go anywhere, he could do anything. He grabbed some candies from the store, he played in the puddle, he never washed his hands. He stayed up late until he fell in the bed tired.

Next day when he woke up, he didn't find the empty world so attractive anymore. No-one would show him movies at the theatre anymore, no-one was there to bounce the ball back to him. Who would cook him his dinner, who would tell him bedtime stories?

Luckily he woke up and it was just a dream. Same here, there's a bunch of people coming around the corner just now and someone is torturing the violin in the music school a bit further away. And a car is coming, forcing me to step in the mud beside the pavement. Life is good 😊

Daily Activity, Walking