STATEMENT OF THOSE INVOLVED: // Under the mask of graffiti we are anonymous to the rest of the world. We look at you from a wall with no windows, we laugh at you over the rooftops. We follow other laws and other idols. Our heaven intermingles with your hell, since our favorite place is under your feet. There is another world under the world. When the grate of the vent opens and we go down the iron ladder, we cross the portal to another dimension with a bag clutched between our teeth. Down there, another city with other avenues and alleys. Different rules. Many ways and one goal: to hunt down the wagon. Not hurting it, but marking to show who was that caught it first.