I have been riding past this bottle on the R7 (CHE) line close to every day for the past year and a half. Every time I have had my camera with me (close to every day) I have tried to take a picture of it - from a moving train, somewhat difficult. Outside of this photograph, there is no significance to the bottle, but considering how irritating it was to try to photograph it, I developed a personal vendetta to capture it. Yesterday, the train stopped to wait for a signal right in front of the bottle. I can’t decide if I’m happy because I got it, or if I’m sad because my daily train ride just got that much more less exciting.