SECRET MESSAGES

They’re everywhere, and I’m going to be documenting them. The top one from the Riverbank pool men’s lockeroom is self-explanatory and something of a complaint: the middle one is defies explanation; and the cards on the bottom were something I spotted (hence my shitty telephoto job) at the 14th Street station, tucked behind a pipe below the platform on the opposite side of the tracks. I’m not sure if it’s a winning hand or what.