It’s rare for me to find something on the street that piques my curiosity to the degree that this thing whimsical sculpture did this past weekend.

It is quite unlike most of what I find on the street in that it is not only humorous but well crafted, imaginative, unsigned, not egocentric (I still have no idea who created it though I am still asking around), and perfectly contextualized in a grimy corner of my beloved ‘hood. Also, who can’t understand the octopus’s desire for an extra cheese slice … I mean really.