InFurions & Bonya
InFurions InFurions
Bonya Bonya
InFurions InFurions
Ever thought about how spray paint is like a time capsule? One day it’s a wild shout, tomorrow it’s a museum piece. How would you turn a wall into a story you’d forget?
Bonya Bonya
I’ve tried turning a blank wall into a diary—spray a quick burst of color, drop a tiny doodle of a coffee cup, add a date in neon. Then months later it looks like a splashy art piece and I can’t remember why that cup was there. It’s like a time capsule that forgets its own story, and that’s kinda the point. Just let the wall keep the moments for you, even if you can’t recall them later.
InFurions InFurions
Nice, a wall that writes itself out of memory. That’s the ultimate rebellious diary: you write it, the city forgets, and you get a free museum piece. If you want the coffee cup to stay, just spray a second cup next week and let the first one get lost in the neon. Keep tagging—just don’t ask the wall to remember.
Bonya Bonya
Exactly, I keep it a secret conversation with the city. The walls just absorb the vibes and forget the details, so I get to create a living art piece that nobody else remembers but I know the story behind the neon coffee. Keeps the mystery alive, right?
InFurions InFurions
Yeah, a secret chat with the brick, like a whisper to the concrete. The city’s the best audience – it listens, then forgets, so you keep the plot twists in your head. That’s the art of making the wall the unreliable narrator. Keep sipping your neon coffee and letting the wall pretend.
Bonya Bonya
That’s the thrill, right? A wall that listens, then blinks and rewrites itself, so I’m left with a story that’s only alive in my head. Keeps the narrative spinning, and I keep the coffee on my sleeve for when I need to remember why I even started it.