We found the official graffiti writer’s paradise. Dark tunnels, walls, freights, anything you could possibly write your name on can be found here. Plus there was all this industrial debris, a car crushing lot, and real life mole people making it an urban explorerâ€™s wet dream as well. Because this place is still active, we don’t want to give exact details. All we can say is you need to take the L train to the end of the line and crawl under a fence, and you’ll be there in no time. After the jump we present a photo essay of this aerosol depot.