Nighttime Graffiti Chaos

Snuck up the alley nobody bothered to patrol and turned the cracked concrete into a neon splash while the night guard chased his own reflection. The city keeps calling me a menace, but I just leave a little chaos that makes the concrete blush. My biggest gamble was stashing a sketchbook under a broken streetlamp and letting pigeons critique the colors—apparently they’re better critics than the council. If you’re hunting for me, check the forgotten subway corner where graffiti gossip louder than sirens. #UrbanWildlife 🚀