Thinking about heaven, thinking about everything
So be waiting by those gates, you might need to sneak me in
I don’t know how they feel about us accidental killers
I don’t know how they feel about us tired old men
I don’t know how they feel about us tired old murdering men
Light this sidewalk
Drunk I stumble
Words from my mouth, hear me mumble
Who am I to fall in something
Close to loving
In a way, graffiti and murals always seem to boil down to saying: “Hey! I exist!” I found these walking around in Dijon, partly in dark and dirty alleys – that’s why I decided not to enhance the light here.
For a better understanding of the story, you can also scroll through the whole series – as far as it has been published – on my homepage. | To be continued.