Melbourne is an excellent graffiti city. I generally feel that in our time of commodified knowledge, graffiti offers some great opportunities for both old-school sincerity and pranks. I’ve even followed a number of leads from graffiti that have turned into useful research sources.
There’s one laneway between the train and my office that I will now call Eschatology Lane where some time ago I saw my first 2012 graffiti. It was during the GFC and someone had stuck up a large white poster with black block capitals stating “IT’S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD” under which someone had scrawled “Wanna bet?! 2012!!”
And now we have this:
“things are ending” writ thrice, which must clearly be of some numerological significance to whichever Prophet of the End Time put it there (I like to imagine a rogue member of Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth or The Process Church of the Final Judgment).