Riding on the Trimet bus in Downtown Portland, Oregon, I boarded the bus as I do every Tuesday on my way to critique writings at The People's Ink. Sometimes i feel good about the reading, and accompkished for the week. This particular reading I was to critique this week was extraordinarily challenging for me. I literally had to use google as i read this piece. After reading it 4 times, I gave up.
I felt defeated and chose my seat on the bus without a thought behind it. I look ahead of me and see this acribbled on the bus wall.
Is it art? Graffiti? Dong lyrics? A poem? Someone's true feelings or life? How deep was it?
I didn't have time to really consider it until now.
