aci, a fallen warrior in the krylon wars, r.i.p., points the way to the tunnel. tread lightly on the tracks and keep an ear perked for train horns and the ravenous ghosts of hobos.
our blessed homegirl, ever silent, all-knowing, watches stoically from her station at the tunnel's entrance. if you do not pass judgement, you may not make it to the other side.
the unknown b-boy, patron saint of spraypaint writers, midnight taggers, and all who follow the drive to express the urban soul in aerosol flash.
pole position: a protection glyph. keeps the faithful safe from transit cops, psychotic vagrants, and...
I'm not really sure where I was but while riding my bike from home, I criss-crossed across a piece of the city and found myself back onto Autoroute Decarie. I crossed over it on an overpass and saw a...