There’s a place I know that’s covered with graffiti. Years and years of paint have accumulated on a stretch of wall next to a creek. It was really interesting to me that a piece fell off, exposing a little of what was underneath, and that it was solid enough that I could pick it up. There’s so much I could say about the metaphorical implications of that but maybe it’s just better to let the layers speak for themselves.
Beautifully layered, Chris, as always.
One of the advantages of life is we can see layers being added but we can also appreciate what’s underneath. Thank you for appreciating all the layers.