GoKawiilA bit more than a year ago, we did something a bit weird.
We took a few cans of spray paint and we went out on the street. Not to paint a mural. Not to make art for art's sake. We went out to paint the potholes on a road that the municipality had been ignoring for months. Maybe years. Who can count anymore.
Yes, you read that right. We painted the holes.
Why would anyone do that?
Two reasons.
The small reason: we wanted the holes fixed. People were destroying their cars on that road every single day. We called the municipality. Nothing. We sent emails. Nothing. The usual complaints in the usual Facebook groups went exactly nowhere. So we tried a different language. The language of paint and visibility. If they will not see the hole, we will make sure they cannot not see it.
The big reason: we wanted to show people that you can actually do something. That cursing the government on the bus, cursing the mayor at dinner, and cursing destiny at the kitchen table does not fix a single hole. Action does. Even small, weird, slightly silly action.
“Nothing will change”
That is what some people told us before we started.
“You are wasting your time.” “Nobody cares.” “This is how it is here, my friend, nothing will ever change.”
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