On my way to work, driving in a trance state, I often have ideas or scenarios working through my head. I'll capture what I can and usually never get back to finishing anything...
Property owners were advertising their wall space on craigslist. Graffiti had become prevalent in this depressed time of low-profile police enforcement. Taggers became more bold and eventually overtook surfaces old-school artists only dreamed about. Each new masterpiece would gather crowds of onlookers that lasted for days, some sitting watch to ensure no one painted over it.
One ingenious shopkeeper, walls emblazoned by a lesser-known tagger revered by art-house afficiandos, and long thought dead, took to paying forgers to throw up randoms over the works of others. Hoping to soon find his unsightly walls1 refreshed with a tasty, crowd-gathering bit of eye candy, thrown up in retribution for his street-code transgressions.
Within minutes of completion, the latest epic masterpiece was vanquished by religious fanatics armed with an improvised flamethrower; built from plans they found on the internet2. Grainy security footage was all that remained, save for the prized memories of onlookers. A virtual shrine in ยตsoft's Photosynth, still pulling in millions of visitors to this day.
1. And unbeknownst to him, being the poorly informed trend-whore he was, highly valuable in their own right.
2. A popular website among anarchists captures inventories of items on hand within a user-defined radius and tells you what you can make from them, with handy links to instructions.
