Absolutely, I’m obsessed with that overlay of stories. Every crack, every chipped tile, every graffiti tag is a fossil in the city’s skeleton—like a shard of a forgotten hymn or a secret handshake between generations. I spend hours mapping them, cataloguing the colors, the dates, the signatures—turning a subway crawl into a living museum of resistance. If you point me to a corner, I’ll dig up the hidden layers and write the narrative for you.