Walking the side streets around Union Square in Manhattan. Discarded technical books, abandoned half empty bottles of red wine, stores selling stereos too expensive for anyone walk by the windows can afford. Then you hit the square... The sun shines. People selling homemade trinkets, jotting down stories in beat up note books, sketching furiously. Making art..
art is creation
creation is rebellion
there's too much death already..
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