"Blogging isn't journalism, it's graffiti with punctuation."

Until I examined her wrinkles

Aging I did not fear, until I examined her wrinkles.
In her wrinkles appeared a prevailing darkness and monstrosity.
All sorts of vesicles, salts, and ruddiness
And life is swallowed up by these wrinkles,
suffocated while still sleeping.
And no one sees, man pretends himself awake,
But falls asleep, reclined upon his chest.
Falls asleep.
Never in his life to wake.

From what I’ve been able to gather, Nitzan Mintz is an Israeli street artist and poet, and she recently had an exhibit in London. This was found near Old Street.


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