I work near this new building full of high-end condos.
While I do worry about how much broken glass will fill the streets if The Big One hits and I'm at work, I can't help smiling a little when I look at her every day on my way in.
Because I know that in her basement/foundation whatever the fuck's down there exists a wall that used to be part of an older building in SF and on that wall there's this:
I love bacon.
Praised be the pig.
This is Why I Always Try To Have My Camera Handy