Trojan & Humanitarianka
Trojan Trojan
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?
Humanitarianka Humanitarianka
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?