​​Graffiti was almost synonymous with New York City in the 1980s. Billboards, buildings, and subways were decorated with hundreds of thousands of works in a myriad of different colors, sizes, and styles. In the eyes of most New York state officials, Graffiti was a crime which fell into two distinct categories. The first of these categories was that of criminal mischief. When viewed in this light, Graffiti was a public nuisance, an act of vandalism similar to that of breaking a window. However, Graffiti often took on a more sinister role within the second category as a societal threat. Graffiti had come to be viewed as an indicator of malicious influences on society, particularly correlated to urban gang activity. Neither of these two outlooks offer a nuanced understanding of Graffiti culture. While it was true that urban gangs used Graffiti to mark territorial boundaries, this was only a small portion of the Graffiti in New York, and Graffiti did not originate to serve these purposes. It is

I went out for a walk one day

and I saw a girl who was very sad.

She cried and she cried.

I asked her why but she wouldn’t say

and I looked down;

daisies grew in the grass at my feet.

I plucked one and smiled.

I gave her the flower.

I took my dog for a walk the next day

and I saw her again.

Still crying, still sad.

I asked her why but she still wouldn’t say

and I looked up;

I am putting this here instead of a depression 'themed' node. I don't know why. Perhaps it's because I am hoping it disappears with time. I'd rather not get a C! for this as no one should be cheering on my pain but I understand you might want to support me as some of you are amazing like that, but someone out there in the Everything2 universe will likely think I am writing this for