Writing on walls, or any other unintended surface for that matter, can be a powerful tool by which to gain agency, promote ideas or just generally rebel. For this week's Eyedropper, graffiti takes on religious ends.

Yes indeed, Jah forever. To paraphrase a refrain by SFR's music writer Alex De Vore, this was probably written by a blond dude with dreadlocks and a patchouli-smelling asshat.

Thanks to Daniel Werwath (who submitted this a billion years ago) for the image.

Send pictures of visual trespass and peculiarities to culture [at] sfreporter.com, subject “eyedropper.”