I want rust and dim light trying to push its way through the darkness and fire escapes at midnight. I want chapped leather seats and smokey rooms and cheap perfume. I want cracked mirrors in cramped rooms with yellowed walls. I want to bite my bottom lip at 2AM and walk on sidewalks with broken glass bottles in the gutter. I want to walk on railroad tracks when the sharp sunlight presses itself on the soft layer of smog.