I see many unusual things on my daily commute. I’ve always had a penchant for noticing the unusual, and while that might garner some quizzical glances from passersby, more often than not, I’m pleased by the results.
The simple, odd finds make my day-to-day life more interesting. People are interesting. Their stories are interesting. And these tiny mementos they leave behind are insights into fragments of their tales.
This one seems to depict a wanderer on a journey with his best friend. While I don’t condone graffiti, these markings are the legacies of individuals who wished to leave something behind, no matter how crude, and they make me think about the person who drew them. Where was he going? How did he get there? Why was he traveling?
We’ll likely never know the answers to these questions. Remnants of people’s experiences cause ripples in others’. In a tiny way, they touch us, make us think about the millions of unique sagas just begging to be heard. And if we pay attention, they can teach us about other lives, enriching our meager time on this planet with what we could never fit into a single lifetime.