Your games
Your games start and end like a diversion, I guess it made you laugh to find my drawing next to yours, you attributed it to a whim the first time, the next time you knew it was intentional so you looked at it slowly, came back later to look at it again, taking the usual precautions: the street at its loneliest hour, no car parked at the corners. You made sure to gaze at the graffiti in front with indifference, feigning interest through the window next door, then you hurried away as if nothing.