PIN numbers and secret codes
I saw this on the way home, daubed in streaky white paint on the walls of an old abbatoir (don't ask why I know it was an abbatoir). It fascinated and unnerved me in equal measure, and I don't know why. That also unnerves me, but I find that less fascinating. But there it is, palette-reduced to make up for the terrible low-light functionality on my camera.
Maybe later I'll think of something suitably random and whimsical, ward it off, get it out of my mind. Light a night light. Whistle a cheery tune. What did Coleridge say about the traveller on the lonely road?
The strangers are coming.
:-/
posted by Exhibit 9 @ 12:51 PM
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Dear fatboy
I think you have hit the nail on the head, which is always better than hitting it into the hand of whoever is holding the nail.
Perhaps I have something called "an over-active imagination?"
There's no such thing as an over-active imagination.
There is only "psychosis".
I wonder if the strangers had already come by the time you saw the graffiti?
Imagine, if you'd only seen it earlier the world could have been warned.
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I enjoyed you blog... You don't seem as interested as you once were.
I suppose you're one of those "busy" people?
Never mind, I still love you.
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