There is a tunnel covered in graffiti that we pass through often here, and this is one piece that I saw today. It reads, “I love you!” I am posting it not because I think it’s heartwarming (c’mon now), but because it reminded me of this graffiti on a fence that I used to pass all the time in Petersburg that said, “Masha! I love you!” And I used to wonder, with all of the girls named Masha in Petersburg (so many Mash), if other Mashas ever mistakenly thought it was for them, or if the right Masha just ignored it, or if she knew that, out of all of the Mashas, it was for her that love had been spray painted on a fence. I thought of that, and I wondered if the person for whom this declaration was made would ever really know or believe that it was hers (or his). Or if it was for everybody. Or for nobody at all.