What the fountain looked like before:
Last month, he deployed half a million colored balls down the Spanish Steps. The Italian word for balls is ‘palle’, which also means lies.
A before and after picture:
Left: After. Right: Before. Had to crop half of the picture out because I was in it.
A few balls ended up in the Barcaccia fountain. Some of the balls ended up on eBay, selling at a starting price of 50 Euros.
A before picture:
Who is he? He’s Graziano Cecchini, an Italian artist and activist. Interested to find out more? Sila google.
All the after photos were stolen from other websites. The before photos I left unedited except for resizing and cropping. Not in a very rajin mood.
Responding to some statements a blogger and a few of his cheerleaders made about me about being bloody egoistic, young, full of millions of fucking excuses, taking things too literally and lacking wit in my writing, well. Fighting on the internet is like competing in the Special Olympics. Even if you win, you’re still retarded. And there’s nothing more retarded than a grown up arguing with a young girl.
Once again I’m reminded why I started blogging. I didn’t do it to seek anyone’s approval or support. I just wanted to relate to other people. I admit that my reasons strayed for a while when I realized that people were reading. I suddenly became more conscious of my writing. For a while I felt like I was writing for them and not for myself. Not anymore. From now on, I’m just going to write for myself.
You’re right, I am young – I can afford millions of excuses because I’m still prone to mistakes. To some people, the word ‘young’ is enough of an excuse to get me off any mistakes I may have made. Don’t hold this against me just because you’ve lost your youth.