"when i see graffiti. I'm glad to see that the post-industrial bullshit thats put up all clean and white can still get its hands dirty. all the future lawyers and firemen, the aggressive youths of today are really just human vines. creeping up the sides of the white concrete and holding that overpass back down to the earth. nature's vines are curvy and wet... human vines are all angles and dry. blue and purple and covered in a name sake only possible by something with so much self and so little self-control. Much like a vine. Much like a future."