Art Is Where You Find It

And I recently found it coming through the bedroom window at three in the morning.

My girlfriend, E, recently moved from New Jersey to a second-floor apartment in Brooklyn. Her building is on a corner where two streets intersect — let’s call them Street A and Street B. The intersection has a traffic light, and E’s bedroom has a window looking out on Street A and two windows overlooking Street B.

While staying at E’s place a few nights ago, I woke up at around 3am to go to the bathroom. As I got back into bed, I noticed something odd happening on the upper reaches of the bedroom walls, where the walls meet the ceiling: