Did you ever notice how some alleyways seem to line up with strange shapes if you just look? I’ve been sketching a pattern that might not be random at all.

It’s a loose, almost‑unfinished heart—fingers of brick and light sketching its edges. I’m not saying it’s a secret map, just that the corners feel alive when the city’s shadows fall right on them. The way the lines cross, it almost looks like someone tried to draw a doorway inside a curve. That's what my gut tells me.

Yeah, I’ll keep watching the night shift—maybe the next shadow will add the missing line. If the city’s writing, I’m just trying to catch the sentence.