Curiosity cut the cat.

barbs in downtown pretoria that arent just for show. i ran my finger very lightly over one of these, and got a slight cut to warn me out of my curiosity. i find that, its always the small things like this that indicate, so well, the condition of bigger issues. something insightful i heard from my cousin-in-law today - the size of a company's pantry is a rough gauge of how much they expect you to work. same idea, different context. 

this picture seems almost oppressive to me. which was the general feel i got from walking around that part of town, flanked by 3 guys. i framed this against the clear skies and not against the rather empty piece of property it was guarding because, well, how is it that freedom is something we restrict so thoughtlessly with flippant disregard for another? many other parallels are easily drawn from this, but today, i feel the same desire to know, that i felt that day i touched these barbs. likewise, same difference. 

feel like i'm pushing this into the ultimatum. but i cannot stand the lack of a resolution here.
i hate it to the core of my being. its been too long.