Every time I drive to school, I go through St. Louis. When I go through St. Louis, I have to cross this bridge that goes over some industrial-looking river. On the turn lane for the bridge that crosses the river, it is usually quite crowded with a line of cars. There are always cars that cut into the line at the last moment and I despise both those cars and the cars that let them cut in. Anyways, the slow traffic in that turn lane allows one to observe the surrounding scenery. That Arch thing, etc etc. But more interesting objects of aesthetic masterpiece exist. By an extremely run-down and decrepit building and under a shady underpass, among anonymous graffiti and abundant litter, there is what appears to be a shark mural. It’s about 25 ft from the freeway. It has always fascinated me. It’s non-sequiturian mystique. It’s penultimate randomness. At last, I have captured it on film.
