I've worked in this building for many years, and I make my way to the fifth floor not infrequently. One day, waiting for the elevator to take me back to eight, this piece of upside-down tile jumped off the wall at me. Well, not literally - it's still cemented in place - but how had I never noticed its egregious misplacement? It's probably been like that for the whole century plus that the building's been standing. And it took me years to notice it.
Wherever you look, there are stories. If you listen, there are stories. It's why I do keep blogging, even though I have too much to do and not enough time to putter, skitter, whittle. It's because of the stories. They're everywhere and they need to be told.