When I look at photos like this, it brings me back to what might be considered “the good old days.” A quick two-minute scribble on a train over 30 years ago. Long-gone days before social media and smartphones with cameras.
It was a different era for a lot of things. Graffiti, technology, and life in general. It can sometimes feel like those times were better, and thoughts like that can bring up some negative emotions. Then I take some time to reflect on what I have now.
It makes me realize we’re always living in the good old days. Someday we’ll look back on today the same way I look back on the time of this photo.
Every day is the good old days.
— Bus
3 comments
Sh0kRA
Days of bad pass, some regret lost in the flask prior, before the sun decided to go exit stage left, I made up my mind to heed thy wisdom absorbed by my eyes, for it was written by thy elder Bus, when the Bus honks, it echoes across the wire of the machine and into my being. Cloaked mantle upon thy soul as the Midnight hour starts to toll, I send you all the blessings of a long winded ramble, your wisdom continues to spark the wick of my cranium candle, let these thumbprints speak as the example, the air brake releases and the crickets go silent, staying protected like a heavy rug to razor wire we make the move to destinations discussed prior. Coast clear and then aerosols go molecular on alloy like you got something to prove, chemistry never looked so good
Kelley
Reading your comment about analog open air art making 30 years ago… was revealing. Suddenly I thought: what art was I doing 30 years ago…? Wow! I loved that phase. I lost track of it. I have been doing client work, not my own. Gotta get that back.
Necske
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