[somewhere in one of the seedier, badly lit parts of the City there's a clatter of feet across broken concrete and the soft hiss of spray paint in an alleyway. if you're quiet (or fast) enough to tread down it before the perpetrator runs away, you'll find an emaciated and wild-eyed man putting the finishing touches on a mural far too emotional and detailed to fall comfortably into the category of usual street art.
he's mumbling to himself as he works, movements jerky and frantic. whatever this guy's deal is, it's obvious he's not right in the head in some way.]
Doug Rattmann | Portal
he's mumbling to himself as he works, movements jerky and frantic. whatever this guy's deal is, it's obvious he's not right in the head in some way.]