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