Love unplugged: When screens rise, connection falls.

Every morning, a two-story urban canvas greets me in Ehrenfeld. It's not just paint on bricks; it's a wake-up call splashed across my neighborhood. Two figures, heads bagged, lost in their phones. Nearby, Eros - once the maestro of human connection - lies defeated.

This isn't just street art; it's a mirror to our digital obsession. In a district pulsing with artistic renaissance, this piece screams louder than any notification. It dares us to look up, to reconnect, to remember what it means to truly see each other.

Here, the walls don't just whisper - they shout a truth we often scroll past. What connections are we missing while we're busy double-tapping?