Swallow your pride and consumer your cities artistic side

You remember the first time you smelt it, the high that got your blood penetrating through your veins, the adrenaline that got your heart rate thrusting. You remember touching it, the rough uneven surface grazing your nearly raw fingertips while the colour absorbed through the infinite indents found in your human flesh. You remember hearing it, the comforting sound of creativity and originality exiting your soul. You remember seeing it, someone’s past in a simple intricate word laced with speckles of luminosity, but how will you consume it? How will you ingest your cities scribbled walls?