Somebody once told me that you can make beauty in everything you see. You can make the walls alive with your love and you should paint it on every surface because art is more beautiful than brick. Brick can be constructed and destructed. Art isn't like that. It can't cease to be. It always continues, even when it can't be experienced. Because its beautiful and you can't destroy that.

It's sad to think of how ugly his death was, especially when you know how hard he tried to make the world beautiful. But you can't destroy beauty, so he's not really dead. His art is still all over this city, and even when those walls are knocked down, he won't be dead. You can't destroy beauty.