I feel like I'm forever noticing things in my city and always wish I had a pocket in which to place them.
I think I just see the buildings as regular characters, the kind who are very watchful in the plot, all-knowing and nosy. They hint at the ending because they've been part of the same song and dance for years. This one is on 23rd Street between Broadway and Telegraph in Oakland, California.
And would you please get a load of these eggs?