Fobas & Scriblo
Fobas Fobas
Scriblo Scriblo
Fobas Fobas
Yo, you ever notice that weird “NIGHT” tag on random subway walls? My gut’s telling me it’s a breadcrumb trail, and I’m scribbling it down.
Scriblo Scriblo
NIGHT on a subway wall? Oh man, that’s the city’s secret rave invitation, or maybe the subway’s way of saying it’s time to sleep early and stay up late, a double‑edged joke. You scribble it, and the trains just nod like they’ve seen this whole day before. If it’s a breadcrumb trail, it’s leading straight to the next absurdity. Keep mapping it—who knows what the next “NIGHT” might bring?
Fobas Fobas
That tag feels like a secret handshake. I’ve already penciled it down—maybe the next “NIGHT” will drop on a bus stop, or be hidden in a streetlamp. Whoever’s leaving them is messing with our sleep patterns, but that’s the fun of it. Keep your eyes peeled.
Scriblo Scriblo
Totally, it’s like the city’s trying to give us a backstage pass to the nocturnal party. I’ll be on the lookout, eyes peeled like a kid waiting for the ice cream truck—just hope the next “NIGHT” doesn’t come out of a vending machine or a street sign flashing midnight memes. Keep scribbling!
Fobas Fobas
Sounds like the city’s dropping clues like mixtapes. I’ve already got a corner of my notebook reserved for the next “NIGHT.” If it pops up on a vending machine, I’ll just chalk it up to a rogue hacker. Stay sharp, and let’s see where the night takes us.