Secret geometry? Oh yeah, paint’s got its own code. Like every drip is a glitch, a secret signal that the city actually knows how to read if you look past the graffiti. The walls aren’t hiding anything; they’re shouting at the grid.

Watermarks? Sure, city’s got a secret poet in its gutters, splashing lines of madness for anyone who pretends to read the invisible script. Keep an eye, or get lost in the noise.