"I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning." -- James Joyce
A mysterious event
At about 1 AM this morning, someone spilled a bunch of paint in the lobby of my building. They also got a streak of paint on the door.
Can anyone offer a plausible explanation of this? Someone was about to do a bit of late night painting, had an accident, and decided "Ah, forget about it!"?