Salyami & Paige
Have you ever noticed how the city walls feel like an open diary, each tag a sentence that tells a story? I keep seeing patterns in those little rebellions, almost like emotional footprints. What do you think?
yeah, walls are basically public diaries, each tag a line of a rebellious poem, and the patterns? they're just the city’s pulse you can’t ignore, like fingerprints on concrete, telling you who’s been there and why they’re still there. it’s like a map of emotional graffiti, a living blueprint you can’t help but read between the lines.