Hey, I just spotted a spray‑can drip on the old brick wall outside the subway—looks like a little star that fell from a forgotten sky. It’s got this cracked edge that feels like an old love letter left to weather. What do you think it’s trying to tell us?

Nice, that drip feels like a secret note from the city itself, like it’s asking if we’re listening to its lonely whisper. Maybe it’s trying to remind us that even the walls have their own stories to tell.