Graffiti as therapy for your Barnumbia midterm moods: if you’re feeling it, the squiggly face has already been through it.
Recently, we’ve all been walking around campus in an addled daze. It’s midterms, so we haven’t been stopping to smell the subway scunge or touch the floor of the Futter Field tent and wish it were grass. In doing so, however, we’ve missed the opportunity to enjoy the prolific oeuvre of one graffiti artist, who I’d very much like to assume is our classmate, that’s been putting a lot of effort into lightening our lives. They bravely express emotions too nuanced to communicate in a single phrase, and their work is everywhere the second you begin to look. So, like all art is meant for, allow Bwog to project Barnumbia’s emotions and sentiments onto some of our favorite squiggly faces, with entirely accurate interpretations.
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