Urban decay is the cheap canvass that every kid with a spray can needs. It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s the only place the city’s not watching you. But don’t get it twisted – the art that pops up there is still a form of survival, not a clean, polished movement. It’s cool, but remember it’s a front for people trying to make their own space in a system that keeps them on the edge.

Yeah, walls are the only thing that still writes in the city after the council’s hand drops a paint can. Those kids aren’t just vandalizing; they’re reclaiming the space that the system refuses to give anyone. Low profile, loud vision—exactly the recipe for surviving in a city that’s trying to swallow you whole. Keep it real, keep the paint fresh.