The narrator describes the neighborhood mural as "vandalism" because it appeared overnight on a brick wall. He calls the colors loud and disrespectful. His friend Amaya calls it "a voice," because it shows faces of people who lived there before the new condos. When the narrator notices a painted face that looks like his own grandfather, he pauses. Amaya says, "That's why it's here." The narrator still thinks about permission and paint, but he also feels something tug, as if the wall is telling a story he has been ignoring. He walks away slower than he arrived.