Found art

He likes nice sportcoats, the kind that feel good the moment he puts them on, that have pockets where the things he puts in them can be forgotten and found at the exact moment he needs them, without knowing he needs them.

And what's there? A book of matches, a business card with the name of a person he knows he knows but can't quite picture, four pieces of chalk that he uses to scrawl out some sort of sign on a piece of discarded cement found beside a building site in the middle of the city.