"Sisyphus is the happiest man alive."

I had an idea that graffitti, particularly writing on the wall is some form of existential crisis.


Think of it in the context of, "If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one to hear it, does it make a sound?"

Well, if I do not write this on a wall, do you know that I exist? Do I exist in your reality? Do I exist at all?

Bullshit. Anomie.