Never did I imagine that, when Min of discofissh and I collaborated, our first meet up would be on platforms five storeys above a pit of darkness, decaying remnants of an abandoned project that has collected dust and haunted rumours over the years.
We had trekked through dilapidated alleyways and climbed up dark stairways, heel-clad feet crunching against mossy cigarette butts and grimy stones and pebbles, to meet the shadows that kiss the lone concrete at nine-fifty-seven in the morning. The location was an urban construction of scrapped stones and cracked cement, an oxymoronic delight I reveled in. One step out the unhinged doorway and one would be hit with the bustle of a metropolis. One step back and the world disappears.