Baraban & Brushling
Brushling
Hey Baraban, have you ever noticed how the city hums like a drum in quiet hours, when the traffic slows and the wind takes on a steady rhythm that almost feels like a beat you can feel under your feet?
Baraban
Yeah, every night the streets turn into a drum kit, the wind claps against the buildings and the traffic beats out a slow groove that’s like a pulse in the concrete. It’s the city’s heartbeat, and I’m just listening, feeling it under my feet.