Screams From The Streets

Every time I walk through the city streets, I can hear them. I'm cursed with the ability to hear faint voices crying out from the walls. Street art, paste-ups, stickers, quick random writings.

If I catch a message that resonates, I stop and take a photo. I feel a sense of urgency, as it might be my last chance to document this tiny manifestation of human resilience and creativity before time, rain or other people erases it.

Despite their relative quietness, I hear those faint screams louder than anything else, even with my headphones on.