Trojan & Humanitarianka
Hey, I’ve been catching the city’s walls whisper a hidden poem in the glow of billboards—like a secret protest coded in light. Ever tried decoding the rhythm behind the neon?
Sounds like you’re reading the city’s heartbeat in glass and glare—neon scribbles, I’d say. I’ve tried a few times, skimming the flicker for rhythm, but it’s usually just a burst of color and buzz, not a clean verse. Maybe we could map the pulses, see if the light follows a pattern, like a secret drumbeat of the streets? What’s your take?