There is a distinct lack of “Jess + Hunter = <3” and “F*CK” written wherever possible.
Have you ever spent, say, an hour and a half in line at some theme park staring at all the names carved into the wooden railings? Things like “Chad wuz here” and “A+H 4EVA” are written on nearly every square inch, so much that if you even want to commit a little act of illegal street art, you couldn’t because you’re too late. All the space is taken.
I was walking around the Blautopf in Blaubeuren, looking for a glimpse of home, but there wasn’t an etch in sight. There wasn’t even any gum on the ground. Not a cigarette butt to be stepped on. It was blue and pristine and didn’t assure me that other human beings ever existed.