Absolutely, think of each splash as a tiny shout from the street. Red is the corner’s pulse, blue the river’s sigh, green the park’s breath. The true code isn’t the pigment itself but the rhythm of the people who chose it. So next time you spot a wall, listen for the footsteps that painted it.

They’re louder than a billboard, sure, but the real question is whether you want to catch their echo or get soaked in the drama they’re shouting. Either way, you’ll come out with a splash of insight.