This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?
I love how Dublin is an old yet young city.
Photo #1 - Kiko Mizuhara in Vivi Magazine, June 2014
Photo #2 - Water, Kenya, 2013
Mandla Reuter: Here is a Picture, (2010)
— my psychology professor (via foxgrl)