Where did I learn the truth? It was sprayed upon the side of a poetically crumbling wall outside a wholesale rainwear store. It was the sort of future-thinking Orwellian comment that will one day snap the rest of the proles out of their contented idiocy. With a few well-placed adjectives and perspective-bending hard truths, they blew my mind. It takes a very special kind of philosopher to choose the sides of wheelie bins and as their arena, so far be it from you to say that when you spray on bins you produce rubbish. Let us observe the nominations for this year's Man Booker Prize for East London Graffiti.
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