It's been months since I began this search for meaning. If you think that's worth more than two hundred dollars I'd really appreciate it. Sadly it's not, and I have not come to any solid conclusions. I set out to find political treason in symbolic scrawl and life behind the ephemeral tags of the urban landscape. It is frightening to discover, in the perusing through my photographic survey of the streets, that it doesn't exist. Graffiti in Toronto is boring. And I am yawning to write this. yearning for life? couch friends!
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