This is an alleyway with a door. But you already knew that.

Apparently someone spilled some oil here and someone else took a picture of it. I am one of those someones but not the other.

This is Nick walking in a city strangely denuded of any colour but red.

Self-referential.

A long time ago there was a fire on a pink wall, which I think may be nature’s way of saying that pink walls are extremely ugly and should be destroyed. With fire.

These kids nowadays with their spraypaint and fancy-pants ideas!

This is Nick again. But he doesn’t really love Felicia. He loves someone else or something.

An attrocious building stands in Hamilton, and said building is the colour of death.

Go to jail. Go directly to jail. But this isn’t jail, so try again, thanks.

Sweet, sweet love. Ah, how it resonates in my soul. Also, I want a coffee.

They built a child’s ride around this magnificent statue. FOR SHAME!

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