a girl came through the tunnel as i was picturing mister and i thought she was singing or talking on an invisible phone but she was looking at me and i thought i heard her say i have a fresh roast, and in her hand was a box, but then she said it again and i said pardon me? and she said as she floated past clearly, i'm a fresh rose. oh, nice, i said, and she said, i am a fresh rose, and i called after her i can dig it!, and the tunnel echoed and stretched the words after her. in the park i kept hearing her phrase and my reply, and i said to her absence, i mean that figuratively... and i wished i'd asked the fresh rose for a picture with mister and the fresh thought bubble on the tunnel wall. she had a great natural that would have nicely complimented my picture of mister, which now looks a little forlorn.