Wandering through the streets of Zurich, I felt like an alien in a familiar dream - just another visitor passing through. 🛸Then I saw these murals.
Bold, surreal, almost like messages meant for someone (or something) not from here. 👽 Maybe that’s why they ‘spoke’ to me. Because in that moment, I wasn’t just looking at art - it was staring back at me - mocking, warning, guiding me.
Zurich was the place I lost myself to find myself.
What do you see? A story? A signal? Or just paint on the wrong side of a wall?
