Graffiti on Paris Walls – Only Madmen Don't Lie

Finding graffiti with vision and personality on Paris walls is becoming increasingly difficult. Marginal areas have turned into concrete forests, urban corners are illuminated, and surveillance cameras monitor every corner. Coupled with strict police enforcement, the suffocated urban subculture has almost vanished. Graffiti artists' spaces are severely compressed; graffiti on Paris walls not only shows obvious signs of decline but also lingers weakly in the margins, occasionally encountered by chance.

Wherever you go, if you encounter a crazy person or someone unpleasant, they might not even get a chance to speak. Most people keep their distance. Crazy people rarely talk to others, and even fewer listen. If a madman speaks, who would believe him? Thus, we often see them talking to themselves, finding joy in solitude. It seems hard to imagine a madman lying.

However, in today's consumer society, many eloquent people exist. Those who are well-presented do so merely to promote themselves and their products, each with their own agenda. Whether they lie or not, who knows? Credibility depends on social experience and personal wisdom. Politicians boast confidently, painting a rosy picture, speaking with relish, and bewitching the masses. Yet everyone is deceived in circles, yet praised for their "art of speech."

What has happened to this society? We create our reality and collective consciousness. The question should be: what is wrong with us? Are we continuing to manufacture our shared karma within this confused consciousness that cannot distinguish right from wrong?