Beneath the concrete jungles lies a slum unbeknownst to the people passing through; the streets,the typography of people's minds,and a world of dreams.

The streets is a painting with different strokes of culture of colors and expressions. The epitome of rebellion in it's highest form of art; at the roads,down the slums,and spread across it's people.

The street is a bizarre object,a redundant building which sits passionate at the hearts of the people; the most painted object by expressions. These motions of ludicrous movements created what the people perhaps never wanted; but still,none of that matters.