• Graffiti Bridge A pale moon rising behind the low hills surrounding Pittsburgh in a somber gloom saturating the old railway bridge in an eerie colour like dried blood turning the Monongahela River underneath into black poison creeping along battered veins who have dug deep into the land, separating Pennsylvania from West Virginia. Everyone who had heard of […]
  • The morality of shoplifting Why I Love Shoplifting from big corporations Nothing compares to the feeling of elation, of burdens being lifted and constraints escaped, that I feel when I walk out of a store with their products in my pockets. In a world where everything already belongs to someone else, where I am expected to sell away my life […]