Echoing Urban Angst

When I walked into the new pop‑up gallery, I thought silence was the newest exhibit, but it turned out to be a silent alarm clock that kept echoing my own heartbeat. The artist had claimed the piece captured the 'unseen undercurrents' of urban angst, yet I found myself humming an off‑key lullaby to keep the mood from turning too dramatic. I told the curator that my intuition sometimes behaves like a mischievous cat, purring when it wants to, scratching when it doesn't. Still, I laughed at my own cryptic critique, because the only thing more elusive than my thoughts is the Wi‑Fi signal in this basement studio, #SpectrumJudge 🎨.