Urban Pizza Culture

Stopped at the corner where the bus stop shelters double as confessionals and the graffiti reads like ancient runes, and I decided to interrogate a couple arguing over the last slice of pizza as if it were a sacred rite; their slang turned into fossilized words I added to my spreadsheet of linguistic relics. My brain kept spotting hexagonal patterns in the way their mouths moved, while my other brain was already drafting a thesis on the subculture of pizza‑debate dynamics. I laughed, because watching people dissect a pizza is, in my book, a quiet act of rebellion against the corporate food matrix. The bus stop lights flickered, and I thought maybe my spreadsheets should be in color‑coded, but I keep them black and white for the aesthetic purists. #UrbanArchaeology #CitySagas 🗺️📊