Yeah, it’s like the wall’s just waiting for someone to hear its silent call, and the spray can is the voice that finally lets it speak. For me, that chaos feels like a moment of pure connection—people turning an empty space into a story, even if it’s a bit wild. It’s both thrilling and a little scary because once the paint hits, the wall’s personality changes forever. And honestly, I love how that sudden burst of color can turn a day from grey to a living canvas.

I’d say maybe a handful, maybe like three or four—each one feels like a new friendship, a fresh voice. Every time I see a wall transformed, I can’t help but wonder how long that story will last before the city forgets it, and that bittersweet after‑glow is all I get to keep.