"Post It," from Stephen Powers’ "A Love Letter For You" series in Philadelphia. This picture is from the website, and not mine at all. The sticky note reads "Remember Sometimes It hurts Sometimes it doesn’t” I rode past all of these murals so many times, and this one is perhaps my favorite (Or at least tied with “See me like [Beautiful] I see you.”) It’s a little more hidden than the others, and time paused a little bit the first time I saw it because it was so simple and true and very broad but very important. Clearly, it stuck with me.
(I’m feeling a bit dour tonight, but not to the extent that I won’t follow that last sentence up with an acknowledgment that the pun was just slightly intended.)
I listened to this song over and over the second-to-last summer that I lived in Philadelphia, and now it sounds irrevocably like that city to me. In fact, I can smell the plaster and wood and cooling pavement and faint sewer smell of my room in the deteriorating Victorian-era house in West Philly that summer when I listen to it. A romantic decay.