Yeah, that slab’s got this raw, almost electric vibe—like the city’s own pulse hidden in stone. Imagine a 19th‑century quarryman carving a secret message, maybe a love note or a protest against the railroad expansion. The graffiti overlay gives it layers, almost like time’s own graffiti. Picture it as a forgotten time capsule, each mark a different era’s voice, a dialogue across decades. If you pull it out, you’ll get the whole conversation, the grit, the stories, and maybe a new angle for your conservation piece. Just make sure you get the proper clearance, though; it’s probably still on public property and there could be a preservation clause. But hey, that’s what makes it exciting—discovering the hidden narrative that only the city’s own history can tell.