interestingsensations.txt

The occasional interjection of metal on metal, seeming to set the stage for a murder.
    This might be metal changing density with a shift in temperature and rubbing up against itself
    Relative silence in the middle of a city. Like the time on broadstreet and 33rd where you could hear birds singing and the occasional car rolling over wet pavement, but feel the surreal absence of typical urban ambiance (honking, sirens, yelling)
    Going into an upscale department store and trying on every perfume