I'm posting new things. Doing it. Doing it.
Feels good.
The blank black sign looks shopped but it was real, wired onto the fence outside the Port facility. Then it was sadly withdrawn, presumably by the very same hand that affixed it, sucked back into the silent wormhole of entropy from whence it came. All I know for sure is that someone billed us for it.
There's been some quite good tagging on the trains lately, but we hardly ever have a camera when we see it.