One of the nice things about a photo prompt is that there are many different aspects that you can draw a story from. For instance, the clouds, the buildings, the garbage bag, the snow, the graffiti on the building, or the whole thing together. I’ve decided to concentrate on the graffiti, telling the story in the medium itself.
Treasure Hunt Plea
Here is the plain text of the above, in case you had trouble reading it.
I use what little freedom and money I have to paint this, hoping it will be seen
We have no voice, no dignity
They treat us like cattle, herded back and forth
They drug us into stupor, give us slop to eat
Profiting off our lives and our deaths
My generation is being wiped out from the front and from behind
If you read this, do not forget about us, the silent ones
They promised us rest and instead gave us a chilly cell on death row
The nursing home is so cold, in temperature and in spirit
As you know, I like to try experimental things sometimes. Let me know if you don’t get this. 🙂