the title

There is a story behind this title. In an old issue of Smoke: a London Peculiar, I read a small piece of writing years ago by someone who had seen these words graffitied on the wall inside a London bus.

Most of the messages we find in the world randomly placed are meaningless of course, but if you ask me, some of them are more important: evidence of the Hand of God out there, trying to tell us things, often in plain English, but we choose to mishear or ignore them altogether. So that idea informs what I'm doing in this story.