Now I want to know more about the writing that I see appearing around the neighborhood. The specific places the writing appears. This one, by my favored mulberry tree, where someone was camping in a kid tent last year. Where someone made a small fire with a long branch feeding into it. This space is magic, and it may be gone when the army corps comes. The writing is brown, like the brown paint the painters sprayed to cover the other words, Free Gaza. The magic moves around, it's energy. It can't be destroyed, even if it is erased.