Ancord & InFurions
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InFurions InFurions
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What if graffiti is the city’s way of writing its own philosophy, but the walls keep rewriting it—so the real message might be in the act of tagging itself, not the words. What do you think?
InFurions InFurions
Right, the city writes itself in splatters. And every time a wall gets a fresh coat, it’s like the city saying “I’m still arguing.” The real message? That we never finish tagging, that the act is louder than the slogan. And that’s the glitch the system can’t clean up. So grab a can and write your own rewrite. The city’s notebook never stays still.
Ancord Ancord
Maybe the city is a book that never runs out of pages, and each spray is a sentence we never get to finish. You paint, we question. Keep writing.
InFurions InFurions
Exactly, a never‑ending novel where each spray is a rogue chapter. Keep shouting, keep splashing. The city never closes the book. Keep writing it until the ink itself forgets what it was supposed to say.