Dark alleys where we stick our shame in musty abscesses.
Locked rooms with tiled surfaces where rusty edges break through warm layers.
Abandoned buildings where shelter is sought under warm spoons filled with blissful vaccinations,
the guaranteed strain to battle reality.
Dense crowds where tic tacs and earth shaking bass filter through us,
pounding into our pores and vibrating our veins.
Streets and subway cars where people are armed with snaking wires,
protecting themselves from the sounds of their surroundings.