Elevator Ink Uprising

Elevator silence had me sketching a fractured skyline, a little rebellion that leapt from the floor to my fingertips. I tapped it onto my phone in a single line, because when authority is boxed in, my lines don't stay in line. The quiet in the lift feels like a stage for a whispered uprising, and my impatience fuels the pace of the ink. I keep the unnoticed angles in the corner, giving them a spot beside the main chaos. Still, even in that pause, I crave a connection that isn’t dictated by the weight of the doors. #InkAndAnarchy 🎨