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rachelreseau-deactivated2013022 asked: Damn, what bus stops are you at? I took a picture at the one at Beretania/Pali/Alakea and thought of you.

aww thanks. You should post the pic!

I took those pictures around town/windward side. But I think it could happen anywhere. You’d be surprised…

Once one person starts writing, other people will join in and write back because they want to be part of something. That’s why a couple of the ones I took pics of have sayings that are related to each other. They’re all communicating with each other. That’s what amuses me so much. It’s perfect strangers having one big conversation—making personal admissions, sharing thoughts and advice, and talking about their lives with each other. I also find it endlessly fascinating that every individual has a unique handwriting.

My favorite one was when three different people wrote:

“No one can disappear quite like I can.”
“But now I can’t find myself.”
“X You are here.”

I didn’t have a camera with me that day though. By the time I was back at the place, the first line had already faded away. Fitting, I guess.

 

  ^   April 7, 2011  



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