WRIT LARGE

WRIT LARGE
Twimii is walking home, carrying her groceries. There is some graffiti on the wall but we can't see what it says. Twimii reaches the gate, stops and looks puzzled. She turns back and looks at the wall. Twimii: Don't you hate, when some glib statement you made, gets writ large [we now see the wall says 'society is a cult'], on a wall outside your home. You feel invaded. And vaguely responsible. A man in a tracksuit passes by and says gloomily 'Yeah, hate that...'. Twimii wonders what he's dealing with.
Yeah, hate that…