When graffiti written on concrete and overgrown by brush is given you literary advice, you might want to stop and consider. The fates truly had a plan that you were walking along this path at just this time and in just this light to be certain to see this literary guidance scrawled on a wall. It makes me think I might be flopping around an independent bookstore at some point later today..
Lost in the city
short stories from capitol
written years ago
graffiti thought forgotten
reaches yet another soul