This graffito just appeared under a rail viaduct on Addison. It’s new, but the idea of using the viaducts for mass communication is not – there they are on busy city streets, relatively protected from the elements, seen by thousands every hour.

I love the sharp contrast of this whole event: the stark black spray paint, the cold wall, the mute equipment boxes, and then this, this soft and intimate phrase.

To whoever did this: thanks, stranger.