Just hit an abandoned subway tunnel yesterday and the walls were covered in this wild, almost chaotic street art. Makes you wonder what story each splatter tells, right?

The biggest one? It felt like a whole city skyline crashing into the ceiling—like a protest against the glass towers, or maybe a dream of flying out of concrete. It left me standing there, wondering if the artist was shouting or whispering, but I’m sure it’s all about breaking the wall between noise and silence.

I was drawn to that little green rooftop garden in the middle of the glass towers—like a tiny oasis in a concrete jungle. It’s the part that says, “There’s still a quiet spot where we can breathe.”