The edge of a typhoon threw rain horizontally against the glass

A sizzle of lukewarm bullets

The city was very still

Lights were flashing the air was very new

I entered a tunnel and found myself in a narrow world

Narrow puddles of water reflecting fluorescent light

It was very curious

Like discovering a secret level of society

It was an experiment in psychogeography

Psychogeography

Psychogeography

Psychogeography

Broken shackle

You could look down

See the water between your toes

Bare concrete empty bottles wraped in plastic

A moped against a vending machine

Startlingly organic

Broken shackle

More private fantasy more complex

Psychogeography

Psychogeography

Psychogeography

Startlingly organic

Broken shackle

More private fantasy more complex

Psychogeography

Startlingly organic

Broken shackle

More private fantasy more fantasy

Psychogeography