Screams From The Streets

Every time I walk through the city streets, I can hear them screaming at me. And I don't mean the traffic or the advertisements on every corner.

I'm cursed with the ability to hear faint voices crying out from the walls—street art, paste-ups, stickers, or quick, random writings.

If I catch a message that resonates, I stop and take a photo. I feel a sense of urgency, as if it might be my last chance to immortalize these tiny manifestations of human resilience and creativity before time, rain, or the hands of others erase them.

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