It was a pretty easy mission. It was a really bright day so I decided to walk rather than taking a bus. It was nice to just put my headphones on and go for a walk. I don't do it enough and walks like that make me wonder why.
When I got into Newtown I decided to grab a coffee. I used to live nearby so I knew where to get a good one. I got a takeaway and kept walking, headphones on, smoking a cigarette while I drank it through the lid. It was the best feeling I've had in a long time. Even before the shitrags.
When I got to the park, I knew that my search would be worthwhile:
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I was expecting a wave of horror to flow over me. I thought that I'd be stopped dead in my tracks by what I saw. I finished off my coffee and started giggling. HERION=EVIL.
I wasn't scared any more.
I followed the wall around a couple of corners, and the graffiti just got more and more fascinating. I felt a small connection with whatever it is that's trying to communicate with me. I was supposed to be here. It felt good to have this connection. It was almost like I was coming home after a long holiday.
I don't know how much time passed while I was just standing there, taking it all in. I was interrupted when someone's labrador tackled me to the ground and started licking my face. Normally I would have been pretty pissed off by that, but I was in a good mood. The grass was soft.
The dog's owner came over and apologised. She was pretty cute. We spoke for a minute or two about how awesome all of the writing on the wall was. I noticed a pram a little way behind her - the dog was standing next to it, almost guarding it. We kept talking and I was thinking I should ask for her number. Single mothers are great. They don't have time for bullshit.
Then I noticed a guy walk over and start playing with the baby. She blushed, said goodbye and walked back to the pram. He looked like the kind of guy that sits around in a yacht all weekend. He was wearing pastels and white shoes and had a jumper tied around his neck, even though it was a beautiful sunny day. I felt a sudden flash of anger at this perfect bitch and her perfect fucking life with her quiet kid and her awesome dog and her meal-ticket fucknut of a husband. I was about to shout after her and chase them down the road before I realised that I came here for a reason.
I tried to get a long run of photos of this wall, but my phone was running out of batteries. I got all the important bits (I think), and I might go back another time. It was a pretty sweet walk, after all.
I have a few theories about what these pictures contain, but I'd really like to hear what an outsider with an unclouded mind has to think about them.
Here are a couple of pictures so you know what I'm talking about, the rest are available as an 8MB zipfile.
If you have any ideas, let me know by leaving a comment. It'll really help me to get some fresh perspectives here. I'll try and cover off some of the last few weeks to give you all a bit more context, but to be honest I think you're better off looking at these without knowing. I need to see if it isn't just me finding all these things.
5 comments:
My friend, I initially read this entry with a feeling of relief. I was uplifted by your positivity and the feeling that, after all, everything was going to be ok, and that the whole situation wasn't as ominous or as worrying as it first appeared.
But now, after reading it all through 17 or 18 times and practicing some basic dowsing techniques on your text and a google map of your neighbourhood I feel concern. Deep deep concern.
I FEAR YOU MAY HAVE BEEN DISTRACTED BY AGENTS OF SOME UNSEEN FORCE AND THEIR SO-CALLED 'BABY'. DO NOT SWERVE FROM YOUR PURPOSE MY FRIEND. KEEP YOUR EYES FIRMLY FIXED ON THE THING THAT STARTED THIS WHOLE THING OFF: I SAY TO YOU, SHITRAGS, SHITRAGS, AND THRICE SHITRAGS.
yhea !
what mofha said.
Well, if this were America I might say it was gang stuff. I once had a Blood explain to me all the ridiculous shit they have to memorize and write on walls to mark they're territory and that is what this reminds me of. That guy however was at least 90% full of shit and a very enthusiastic liar, but regardless, I doubt they have Bloods in Aussie land.
I wish you'd go all out crazy and tell us exactly what's going on. I'm excited and invigorated by the adventure you are living or at least making up for our amusement. But I'd like to know how deep down the rabbit hole you've gone. I will not judge you and I will totally type very loudly at and ignore every motherfucker that tries to.
What happened next? Must find out!
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