Cassie Hamrick - Week 2 (Prelude)

I currently am unable to find my computer cord and thus cannot upload pictures for this week yet, but here's one thing I thought about this week:

I am confused about graffiti. Some of it is beautiful here. I was very fascinated by it for a while, and then one morning I was walking and I saw an old man trying to sand the bright green "merda" off of his shop door. It reminded me of something I was thinking about as I walked through Piazza Santa Maria Novella late one evening. I was awkwardly carrying a wooden crate that I'd found and taken interest in. It was oddly shaped and difficult to hold, and I realized that my purse had swung around so that it was resting against my back rather than on my side. I worried about how vulnerable I was at this moment, how someone could easily snatch my bag or my wallet right off of me. So I thought, yeah, if anyone comes up to me I'll just hit'em with this crate. That would probably hurt enough to scare them away. But then I wondered, really, which type of assault is worse? I have never lived in a place where I felt like I had to defend myself before. It's just strange to see how natural it is for people to hurt each other, and to realize that everyone (including me) has this instinct.