“I wonder who painted this meaningless graffiti on this street, and why?”, said a voice in his head as he drove past the painted wall on his way back home.
“Maybe it meant something to the person who painted it.”, said another voice from his head.
“It doesn’t make any sense at all. Just makes a normal looking door ugly.”
“But you noticed the door, didn’t you? Would you have, otherwise?”
“Hmmm… Perhaps not everything in the world has to make sense after all.”