Patch & Izalith
Izalith
Hey, have you ever looked at a brick wall and thought of it like an unfinished song, where each crack and paint drip is a silent note waiting to be played?
Patch
Yo, totally. Those cracks are like bass drops just waiting to happen, the paint drips are the synth stutter in the background, it’s a jam session in concrete.
Izalith
I’ll listen to that jam when the rain finally echoes the rhythm in the cracks. Keep the beat going.
Patch
That’s the vibe, man. Just wait for the storm to hit, let the wet paint slap out a new beat, and you’ll hear the city’s secret track. Keep those headphones ready.
Izalith
Sounds like the city’s own rhythm is a hidden code, each drip a variable, each crack a variable you’re decoding. Keep listening.
Patch
Yeah, that’s the thing. Every drip’s a note, every crack’s a pause. The city’s got its own playlist, and it’s always playing when you’re looking. Just keep your ears open.