I’m loving the contrasts of spaces mashed so close and I’m loving the sound of the language. People are out and they’re talking and chatting and selling and hanging. I’m listening and recording the music of it all. There’s a train line that cuts the city only passable at 2 places, but also a supplier of fine harmonic drones with electrical over-spark plus a brilliant escalator crunching beat that’s continuously shifting. Days are long. I’m exhausted.