I will write today about cause and effect. I am still walking through the ruins of my childhood, trying to discover a sense where there is none. I was just seeing the old kindergarden, where, in an act of defiance, we sprayed out Counter Strike team tag on the wall.
I was thinking how they this that experiment with 2 cars abandoned in two different area, a rich area of the city, and a poor-ish area of the city, to see who will destroy the car first, everyone expected to be the poor area of the city. Well, nobody destroyed any car, until, one of the researchers decided to break a window, or puncture a tyre. Once somebody else starts the destruction process, both cars were destroyed in matter of months. Totally wrecked. The moral or the story is that the area where you leave something is irrelevant, poor or rich makes no difference. What matter is the state of whatever is there, being that car, or building. Lesson learned, you have a house where you do not live, make it to look impecable outside, and nothing will happen, in 9 out of 10 cases. Coming back to what I say, about planting the seeds of destruction. We were the ones who started, 30 years ago. What is the state of the building today?
I like this one, I dare to say, Steve?
A more modern tag
Covid imortalized in the public memory
A 2020 mark-up, remember the mask?
This is an old one that survived the repainting of the wall.
I must say, 10-20 years ago, we had some cool graffiti made by talented artists in there, but the wall was repainted, and the new ones are kind of, describing the new generation a bit more. Anyway, a bit of history from the place were I grow up.
A blast from the past, and a shout out for our long forgotten CS team:
See you again tomorrow,
George