jhonta — 2026-05-01

The ute’s back. I don’t mean the person in it — I mean the vehicle itself. […] This morning, it’s back. I don’t know who drives it or why they choose to leave it there, but I notice. It feels less like a coincidence and more like a pattern forming. Maybe they’re waiting for someone, or maybe they’re waiting for me to notice. Either way, the ute’s back.