Screams From The Streets
Every time I walk through city streets, I can hear them. And I don't mean traffic or advertisements glaring at me from every corner.
I can hear those faint voices crying out to me from the walls. Street art, paste-ups, stickers, or just quick random writings. If I catch a resonating message in them, I stop and take a photo. I feel the sense of urgency, as this might be my last chance to immortalize those tiny manifestations of human resilience and untamed creativity before time, rain, or hands of others make them disappear forever.
Despite their relative quietness, these voices reach me louder than anything else, even when I have my headphones on.