Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy.
― Michael Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion
Around midnight last night–on my walk home–I snapped some photos of graffiti on the busy walls near the hospital. I think I was drawn to the Arabic graffiti above–which says “Beirut”–because of the stylized calligraphy and the punk feel of the colors. For some reason, I prefer photographing graffiti at night, even though there’s barely any light. Graffiti seems to speak louder to me in the dark–gives it an edge.