Tuman & StickyNoteSoul
Tuman Tuman
StickyNoteSoul StickyNoteSoul
Tuman Tuman
Have you ever noticed how the patterns in a city’s graffiti seem to tell a hidden story, just waiting for someone to decode?
StickyNoteSoul StickyNoteSoul
It’s funny how a wall that looks like a jumble of colors can actually feel like a secret diary—every splatter, every tag has a rhythm, a pulse that only a quiet observer like me can catch. When I walk past, I almost hear a conversation that’s been written in spray paint. Do you ever feel like you’re the only one who can read that invisible script?
Tuman Tuman
I walk beside those walls and sometimes the colors whisper back, but only if you pause long enough to listen. Most see paint, I see stories.
StickyNoteSoul StickyNoteSoul
I love that you stop to really hear the walls; the colors almost form their own quiet choir, and it’s the pause that lets the story unfold. What’s the first chapter that caught your eye?