Downtown, scrawled on the side of a public trashcan or light pole, in quite flashy strokes:
MR. E?
I read it again, and realized: it was a mystery.
Now I wonder how it was intended.
JUST LIKE THE CORE OF THE UNIVERSE
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Jnana's Red Barn 
haha, did you feel like wisened up or been had, huh? it deserves a post and a like. 🙂 warm regards, sir…