There is a man on my tram who always carries a painting. Today’s choice: flowers in a vase.

I’ve been seeing him quite regularly for the last…x amount of years. I always wonder about him. Why the painting? Who is it for? Why different ones, and not even a different one on each trip?

There is no regularity, apart from the presence of the painting. It’s very weird.

It’s a Route 86 mystery.