Mural

November 21, 2002

Two days back, I noticed they were tearing down a few buildings near where I live. One thing I forgot to mention was the amazing mural that ran alongside one of the walls, on my old street Honore. Well, tonight, on my way home, I decided to grab a shot of the (now) demolished wall:

Here’s a small portion of the mural, taken about 4 months back:

Deep down, I hope that whatever is rebuilt on this ground, whoever rebuilts it… decides to commission a similar mural. I wish I knew who made the first mural, so that, for nothing else, I could thank them. I hope they get a chance to create another image when the new structure is completed.

Looking around the rubble, I spotted a particular piece of brick that caught my eye. I decided what the hell, and pried the fence apart. I walked across the bricks (and over a door), and grabbed the piece I wanted.

Honestly, I’m not sure what this brick is supposed to stand for. I’m not sure if it’s symbolic of the past, or my desire to hold on to the past, or me trying to remember what once was a great work of art. I’m not sure if, me being a writer, I inantely hope someone else will find my work meaningful and valuable and personal.

I’m not sure why I wanted it.