Squid on a crosswalk
Well, exactly.
Were you reading my mind, Alberta Street stenciler, or my graffiti post from last week?
I practically hopped in excitement: a surreally non sequitur graffito, stenciled in an original location, and — in an admirable display of restraint — just the one.
And did I mention it was a squid on a crosswalk?! Brilliant.
Squidney (as I have dubbed him) is even biodegradable … or just degradable … whatever.
Point is, after a few months of bicycles and bio-diesel fueled Subarus grinding over him, there won’t be anything left but a faintly tentacled memory.
