Enter Zen Koan Here
A monk saw a turtle in the garden of Daizui's monastery and asked the teacher, "All beings cover their bones with flesh and skin. Why does this being cover its flesh and skin with bones?" Master Daizui took off one of his sandals and covered the turtle with it.
So reads The Painted Ground
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I believe the Painted Ground, in their now three day-old spiritual journey towards enlightenment, is reading shades of interconnectedness into everything their lens focuses on. Yesterday, over a smoke and a cocktail, one of the Painted Ground waxed nostalgic, for fifteen minutes, maybe twenty, about the reciprocal nature of love between man and cat, and how that love is also a universal representation of the many facets of love, convolution. "you know, I love him, and it's cool and all if he loves me, but I wish he wasn't trying to crawl down my throat every time I lay in bed, but I love him so I let him, so he loves me more, but sometimes I want to choke him, even though I love him."
The graffiti is simply the punchline of a chicken crossing the road joke (this one is the 'stapled to the turtle' variety).
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