Urban centres are often subject to urban decay – where once there was industry now there is ruin and dereliction. Writing appears on the walls, sometimes they are ugly sprawls of unreadable blobby lines, sometimes they are messages reflexting the terror or frustration of the population and increasingly they are lovely pieces of are cheering up the shabby bits of town.
Is there such a place near you? What sort of people hang around there? Did you hang around in such a place as a youth?
Think on the image above what is behind that blue fence, who wrote the message. From whom are the reclaiming the city and what state is it in?
Now imagine what it would feel like to have wondered into that area at twilight when you don’t belong – how dangerous is it? Very? Not at all?
Jot the concepts down and try to construct them into a poetic narrative.
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