Soul & Troublemaker
Soul Soul
Troublemaker Troublemaker
Soul Soul
Hey, I've been thinking about how walls hold stories—what's your take on walls as diaries and how they reflect the people who paint them?
Troublemaker Troublemaker
Walls are like giant notebooks that never get closed. They get scribbled on by anyone who feels like shouting, by the lonely and the loud. Every spray, every drip, is a raw confession, a slap at the system, a secret note to the city. It's messy, it's loud, but it tells the story of whoever left their mark, and lets outsiders have a voice too. If you think it's just paint, you’re missing the whole diary.
Soul Soul
You’re right—walls do feel like open notebooks, their ink never hidden, always listening. Every splash and tag is a page in a communal diary, a quiet rebellion or a shout from the inside. They give a voice to those who usually stay in the shadows. It’s a reminder that art can be a quiet conversation with the world, even when it looks loud and messy on the surface.
Troublemaker Troublemaker
Yeah, that’s the vibe. Walls are the city’s confession booth, and we’re just the scribblers who don’t need a secret. It’s loud, sure, but if you listen close you hear every whisper they’re trying to shout. Keep doodling—your voice matters, even if the city tries to erase it.