sliding headlong into the blackened maw of a London arch /// hands grazed by ancient soot [beneath your kneecaps city hums, a damp canvas of reverberation...] ...upon sight > woebegone phasmata skulk—into a gloomwaltz/tunnelrave [sticky embrace <3], as u get nearer -strobes flare and reflekt ahead --to the undulating sinews of an ailing laptop.. //// the throbbulus of a spektre-rall trance / celestial pop mash-up-- echoing thru its cracks and its black-sludge glitter covered walls—trash-strewn, slicked ++ glimmers underfoot as you trip on a nos canister [bb you cling like lost stars] wet from moss but almost there ; spillied ambition & wraith-laden luminous abyss .