Eek! There's no way out!
There's no way ou-ou-t!
The photo below was posted yesterday by Dakota on Curbed L.A. ( I like this photo. It gets right to the point.) It had been weeks since I'd checked to see if the neatly written lament (below) had been written out -- i.e., erased. According to Dakota, it hasn't. Which is poignant in a way I can't quite put my finger on.
If you're having trouble craning your neck, it reads: "There is no joy in this hipster hell." It was written at least a month ago near the Little Joy bar in Echo Park.
Here's a sample of the 13 funny/less funny comments Curbed's post elicited:
The grocery store in the same building (sort of) as Little Joy sometimes has durian, the Thai fruit that smells like doo-doo. Maybe the hipster smelled the durian, and could not enjoy himself in the bar.
Sorry, guys, I was in a hurry when I spraypainted that and forgot a W and some punctuation. I intended it to read: "There is now joy in this hipster. Hello!"
Hipsters are nothing but dogs. ...
Sometimes I like cybergraffiti. It can be full of joy, laughter and, yes, sometimes bitterness....