And so we look not at things seen, but to things unseen; for things seen are temporary, but things unseen are eternal.

Terrence on Essex

First Terrence wanted R50 to let me write on his make-shift cinderblock house in Essex Street. Then R10. Then he asked me to come back when I started to walk away. By the end he was holding stencils for me and stopping everyone who passed to tell them “hey look here that joy is mine!” Lower Woodstock.

Posted January 26th, 2010

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    • Travis

      Is that a breadknife?

    • amanda! thanks for sharing! 🙂

    • marius

      …en as djy nie die joy smaak, my bru, dan lem ek djou (selah)