Two friends are riding the train into work. One cannot stop staring toward the back of the car.

“I really think it is him, I mean no one knows what he looks like exactly but everyone knows what his art looks like”. As your friend stop speaking the smell of aerosol paint begins to waft through the cabin. Our conditioning is so strong that people pointedly look the other way, sniffing and grumbling about the youth of today defacing public property. Their tune changes abruptly that night when your friend’s iPhone footage is picked up on the evening news. “I was there” they crow “So close, I just knew it”.

Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YrQbM5lMHU