Revisit.

This graffiti was found in the backstreets of Toronto in April of this year. i saw it there for weeks, evidence of some living being who scrawled their desperation onto us. we wiped the words off, of course, off of our bodies; 'twas a cereal box tattoo which we flicked off in disregard. indeed, the last time i ventured into this area, the words were gone, blackened out, nearly forgotten.