Apprehension. The sounds of the city are all around us, but here inside a brief reprieve. Darkness. Ears relax and open as the harsh streetscape fades. An assault to the nose. Urine. Glass crackles underfoot. Sitting here on my musical stool I begin to sense the city anew. In front, traffic, a busy rush between […]
via Cours de Poetique: More Than Just a Car Park by Charlotte Bates — Streetsigns
