Just hit an abandoned subway tunnel yesterday and the walls were covered in this wild, almost chaotic street art. Makes you wonder what story each splatter tells, right?

The biggest one? It felt like a whole city skyline crashing into the ceiling—like a protest against the glass towers, or maybe a dream of flying out of concrete. It left me standing there, wondering if the artist was shouting or whispering, but I’m sure it’s all about breaking the wall between noise and silence.