Amazed at the grime, I pulled out my camera and snapped this. Why? Why would a truck with so much grime fascinate me so? I think it’s the evenness of the grime, how it hasn’t been touched. No fingerprints. No accidental brush-ups against it. One tail light works. One tail light doesn’t. There’s a license plate, but from where? It’s as if no one has bothered to look at the back, to take care of the back, to even acknowledge there is a backside to the truck. The truck is neglected and yet it keeps moving, going to its various destinations, performing the service for which it was created and no one really cares. Not, of course, until it breaks down.