Blank walls are everyplace in the city. They often are a main theme of a corner or street. They stand like a subject to be elaborated on. These walls largely go unnoticed in our busy lives, but in many ways are the motif of the city. Some are artful, some simply a spot to rest or reflect. Some stand alone, some part of passage ways to other places, and some made whole by things added to them. I have found myself enjoying these walls more in these turbulent times. I understand now why people of the Jewish faith go to wail at a wall, searching for purity and peace. Things I seek myself.
David Young
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