Scrawled 10-14-12. This may well be my last post. I have known since I began this endeavor that writing with chalk in public places was a legal gray area — gray because while it is legal, some people have a problem with it and want to enforce laws regardless of whether or not they apply.
My options right now are continue and proceed to incarceration and trial, or to stop scrawling messages in my current capacity. Though I would eventually win against accusations of vandalism and defacement of public property, this would certainly unmask me, and I prefer to maintain my anonymity. As an alternative, I have begun sending letters to local property owners on or near Main Street requesting permission to use the sides of their buildings as canvasses. If I can get permission to write on someone’s wall, I can avoid a public debacle and continue writing.
I apologize for the lengthy explanation, but I feel responsible to explain a hiatus that may prove indefinite.
Scrawled 10-9-12. Does such a gaze distort the subject, observer, or both? Also more thoughts on destructive actions and attitudes.
Scrawled 10-9-12. Two more reruns from when I was still using blackboard chalk. Also two of my personal favorites.
Scrawled 10-7-12. These ideas stand alone, of course, but can also be placed in close proximity, in much the way I have on the Main Street bridge, to produce a third idea.
Scrawled 10-7-12. Two reruns that include part of my sentiment on the mind and its importance.
Scrawled 10-2-12. My messages from the two previous posts were washed away in short order by today’s rain. I scrawled these three originals and re-wrote the two on either side of the bridge on Main Street. Hopefully they will stay for a while before they go the ephemeral way of their predecessors.
Scrawled 9-30-12. I believe that thinking deeply on justice refines its proper execution substantially. Also, while thinking, feeling, and waiting do not always factor visibly into everything, they certainly qualify for consideration.
Scrawled 9-30-12. Maybe these two reruns will help me make up for time lost earlier in the week.
Scrawled 9-25-12. I was going to add more after this, but the prominent theory on why my messages have suddenly been erased is that someone from the city government is clearing things up in preparation for the Barbecue Festival. Ironically, this one seems appropriate by itself. I will probably take a hiatus from writing on Main Street until next Thursday.
Scrawled 9-20-12. This one is scrawled next to the erased remains of one of my messages from last night. Food for thought.
Scrawled 9-20-12. Rerunning a couple of messages I am quite fond of. Hopefully this will give passersby something worthwhile to read on their way through town.
