20th and 7th Ave., Brooklyn.
There is just so much:
1) What tree? Was there once a tree or seed taped here? Does its absence mean that someone is, right now, trying to grow a giant sequoia in their Brooklyn apartment?
2) A giant sequoia?!
3) “Grow This Tree Alive!”
4) No instruction manuals, only a reminder that the internet exists.
5) I want that pigeon sticker.
In other news, last week I watched a tiny girl and her father tape a folded piece of paper to the side of my building that said “Noah” in crayon. There appeared to be writing on the inside on the folded page, but I resisted the urge to look. It was there for several days before it blew away. This world is full of mysteries.