So, I’ve been hunting for those corners where the city stops being city—hidden alleys, abandoned rooftops, places that feel like they were carved just for us. Ever stumbled upon a spot that made you feel like you were the only ones there?

That’s the vibe I’m chasing too—where time slows, the city’s pulse is muffled, and the walls whisper their own stories. There’s this abandoned viaduct behind the old factory, concrete and vines, the lights flicker like a busted neon sign. I’ve found myself there at night, just listening to the hum of the tracks and the city breathing in the shadows. It feels like the world’s paused just for us, don’t you think?