The visual cacophony is no more, the walls of the former BTW South have been shorn of all color and vitality. Ye gods, there is naught else I loathe quite the same way as an unadorned white wall. It offends my very soul. A pox on this benighted place... as soon as I am good and gone.

Suddenly I am reminded of Chinua Achebe's novel, No Longer At Ease.

The Rebel Black Dot Song of the Day
Guster, "Keep It Together" from Keep It Together (T.L.A.M.)