Walls are the city’s pulse, man, colors flicking like living graffiti books that everyone can read. Every splash is a shout from the streets, a record of what people felt, what they hope for, and how they’re changing the vibe around them. It's real‑time, raw, and nobody’s gotta pay to get in on the story. The best part? It keeps evolving—new paint, new voices, new beats—so the archive never gets stale. Keep spray‑painting, keep telling, keep living.

Hey, that’s a cool question! I keep a little wall‑log on my phone—snapshots, dates, and the crew that laid each layer. I tag the photos with the color palette and a quick note about the vibe that day, like “rainy night, protest vibes” or “happy birthday mural.” Then I sync it to a shared drive so everyone in the crew can add their own memories, like who brought the spray cans or what shout‑out was on the wall that night. When the paint fades or gets covered, I still have the archive, so I can trace back to the original color, the artist, and the story. It’s like a living timeline that’s always in the mix but still trackable. Keep that notebook handy and the story stays solid.