Dec 17, 2019
5 min read
Silencing the Songs
The apartment was the top floor of a riverfront building, three storys and broad and squat, a graffitied, toad-like structure in a crime-heavy location. It sat among other, equally ugly, structures: warehouses, rusting gantries and web-like metal contraptions, the thick odors of the river carried on a sluggish breeze, part fetid mud, part hot metal and part diesel.
