On the way to piano this morning, I passed about twelve of these, all along the same road. At the end of the road was another heart, with "Check Your Back Pocket" chalked beside it on the brick. What was in my back pocket (I realize now that I finally have checked) was the grocery list from the ostrich burger outing two Sundays ago: apples, butter, cling wrap.
Who understands the ways of the world? I say, keep going toward your own unfathomable heart.