There was something surreal going on, in the Dali sense. Several of the tires seemed to be… melting into the brick surface of the courtyard.
Note the rear tires of the first, third and farthest bikes on the right-hand side of the rack.
Then it registered on me: Someone had taken it on himself to deflate the tires. The first one, with a flayed strip of rubber dangling off it, seemed to have been slashed.
What kind of person does something like that to other people? It obviously wasn’t even a spiteful act aimed at one person, who may or may not have done the perp an ill turn. Everybody was a target…