About

Ersendaam.

What does that even mean anyway? Short story is that I do graffiti. not as oft as I’d like and not as well as I’d like, but I still do. I used to write the names Erse and Daam. One day I put the two together and threw an ampersand in the middle. The rest is history.

My name is Bob. I’m 25. I have wanderlust. I’ll hug you and everybody you know.

I dream in color with my eyes wide open. I dream of a world where we fight for the underdog and the oppressed. Where we join hands and follow hard after justice. Where we’re quick to care for the fallen. Where we don’t believe that the airbrushed and the affluent are the ideal aesthetic. Give me fistfuls of resistance to the neverending waves of empty aspirations and hopeless tomorrows.