Open !
On the wall of one of the houses on the Estate (whoever's it may be), there is now no longer a boring harmony of white plaster.
On this wall, is a symphony of colors and of shapes, random yet mad, something hardly recognizable, but if one pays attention to what it is, they will indeed recognize the word for what it is, an elegy to freedom and joyful chaos.
The culprit for this isn't there - but perhaps some people will have an idea of who did this. One thing for certain, it was done with dedication and care.
For a graffitti.
So, Johnny's actually not there persay. But feel free to gawk, get annoyed, comment, hypothesize, or whatever. He might show up, though. You ne'er know.