Getting at something

This mural stuck in my mind for days.. and it was actually 5 days after I took the photo that I decided I needed to write something about it. To acknowledge my curiosity I guess.

It brings the real to unreal, slowly... You kind of move into and out of a physical state.

The papers had handwriting on them. And the match hanging there, at first I thought it was a pencil. But later found more of these matches on other murals in the city where it was clear they were not pencils.

I'm not sure exactly what this says, but the girl's hand drips and it seems in sorrow she is sending mail to someone she misses. There might have been a line of others before and after her doing the same thing..

The dark bird stands there like a clerk, and has seen everyone who has come. He turns his head to not read their personal stories, because he already knows of the pains.

Maybe it is part of a recovery and grieving process. Maybe it is instructive for us all..

Mail To Post Office Portal

Met you with my camera

Clicked until it fit

What I had been hoping for

Found you there

Accepting letters

For who I do not know

For when I wouldn't know why

And how many times

Have the visitors come

To ask you how to cry

Take a match you say

Burn those letters...

Then See how you Are

And ask yourself Why

Have you come here