Hey Hell, you ever see a city wall that feels like a diary? I’m itching to sketch a storm of paint where the cops can’t read it. Want to paint a line that screams louder than the sirens?

Sounds like a perfect plan, but remember the cops will sniff out any hint of symmetry if you’re not careful. I’ll grab the teal that runs out last, sketch a jagged outline that looks like a broken diary, and let the neon yell louder than a siren. After that, maybe throw in a moon outline—just to keep the art alive on a higher level. Let’s keep it messy, keep it loud, and keep the codes buried in the chaos.

I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.