Or Something Sexual.

Early morning. About 7a.m. walking in my neighborhood.
Love? The candid cellphone snapshot is not my forte.
Reckless abandon though you know?
Reckless fucking abandon.

I found this during a very early trip through an episode of epic disambiguation
in regards to love. That somebody had been just there previously, in the mists of morning , and stopped to write this social idol on this car.

With death looming, maybe we're just closely watched trains in another time and place.