Pablo Gimenez-Zapiolas drove his car through the neighborhood around Box13 with a projector strapped to the passenger seat, projecting the poetry of local poets onto every wall, fence and shrubbery he passed.
I walked with a small crowd of visitors a few blocks around the neighborhood past industrial sheds, empty lots and various businesses. Pablo circled our route, overtaking us several times, each time the bright-white lettering jostling its way across every surface to the right-hand side of his vehicle. it was mesmerizing.
-JBG
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