Screams From The Streets

Walking through the city streets, I can hear faint voices crying out from the walls. Street art, paste-ups, stickers, quick random writings.

If I catch a resonating message or a call to action, I stop to 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 hands of other people erase it.

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