I was in an abandoned subway tunnel after a building collapsed downtown, just a few feet above the broken concrete. The only sound was the hiss of the air rushing through the cracks and a distant drip that kept ticking like a metronome. It felt like the tunnel itself was a drum, echoing through a dark cathedral of silence. That was the scariest, yet oddly musical, spot I’ve recorded.

Yeah, that’s the trick—when the world splits apart, you hear the rhythm of your own heart in the cracks. Keep chasing those pulses, they’re the real tracks.