The city, or perhaps the town , or state =paints the roads. and then nature and people step in, or drive on, to make street art
its like laying on the grass one lazy August afternoon looking at clouds. . .
What kind of activity is happening on our streets? ; . . .
or on Sunday afternoon in Asakusa
Who nose? certainly not some shadowy simple eyed Janus
or you might just be weighting, together . . . or alone.