Union Lane, just off Bourke Street.
Much of the fantastic graffiti which I photographed some months ago has been covered by taggers and rubbishy vandalism. There hasn’t been much of an update for a while, it seems. Having said that, there’s a section of wall that shows a lot of little scribbles from people passing through. Some of them are funny, some of them are heartbreaking, some are poignant, and most are just rude.
Don’t count the days.
Make the days count.
Yep. And some days I feel it too.
Hey I just met you… and this is crazy…
But here’s my number…
Um…
This made me stop. Normally my eyes would start bleeding at the rampant abuse of the written word but…
“You know sometimes, more often than not, I think about dying.”
Translation:
“Fight off your demons. Write songs in your sleep. We love you. We miss you. I love you so much that it hurts my head.”
Did he?
If you’re an Instagram user and love Melbourne… (And don’t think I missed the juxtaposition of the “Fuck off” with my watermark.)
Follow the tumblr! Consider this a free ad. PEACELOVEHAPPINESS.
Tell ’em Renlish sent ya.
Seeya.
