Not letting inconvenience ruin the beauty of life.

I met a man in Shoreditch. He watched me photograph his vandalised military then queried me on my intentions. We ended up speaking at length about art and vandalism. This man had owned this military truck since 1978. It wasn’t functioning when he brought it. He put time effort and energy into making it work. He cleaned it, repaired it, and restored it. His family enjoys riding in it. He enjoys driving it more so than any modern car. The truck had in his eyes become a work of art only to be constantly defaced, cleaned then defaced again. Now in London, especially Shoreditch, graffiti tourism is used by the police as an excuse to not do anything about vandalism. Vandalism is hurting residents and businesses who will pay countless times to remove the damage only to have their property defaced shortly after. Artists are having their works painted over in a matter of days. Sometimes what is done is beautiful and that leaves me feeling conflicted. Unfortunately, art is losing the battle a...

I was once told there is a devil who makes you feel bold And an angel perched on your shoulder As I grew older, I leaned towards the devil Never tried to wrestle with his opinion As my mind was just his dominion The angel became quiet and reserved Scared to speak up and preserve my mental state One day it dawned on me, a new theory This angel and devil only emulate I realized the only man speaking to me Was just my worst part I’d cut out the kindness and the heart I now realize the man on my back Only knew how to criticize All he could do was attack Because that’s what I told him I’m useless, stupid, unattractive Nobody should give me a chance I’m not proactive nor active You can tell at first glance I’m a mess I said I can’t do anything He listened, took it all on board Like training a parrot I went overboard with rude phrases If I’d have thrown in some praises too It could have been different The man in the mirror now that’s not you It is someone who can never love you Old habits are...