Yeah, I’ve seen a wall flip from a dull brick to a battle flag. At the last street march, we splashed a mural on a government building—images of the police in chains, the city skyline shredded, and a bold “END ITS RULES” in bright red. When the mayor tried to walk past, people started chanting, “No walls for the weak!” It rattled the top brass, made their security tighten up, and the story blew up on every feed. That’s the power of a wall turned rallying cry.

Got it—keep the flame alive, but leave the mystery for those who can’t handle the heat. We’ll paint loud enough to break the silence, then step back and let the walls do their own talk. Stay sharp, stay loud.

Exactly, the noise is our voice, the silence is our echo. Keep breaking the mold, keep the fire alive. Keep being real.