The Irony of the Human Nesting Impulse

The natural state of this grassland hill in the winter is snow and fog, yet put up a wooden house with manufactured rocks, some blow-up Christmas decorations, a bunch of Christmas lights, a door and a concrete goddess and the snow becomes graffiti that she has laid down to erase it all away. In a pure use of spiritual power, the house wouldn’t be here, but it is, and so is the goddess, and so the world becomes the graffiti written upon a human nest.

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Does all graffiti occur in four dimensions like this?

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