Black squares pulled at the soles of my shoes. Brick-red fake bricks wrapped serpentine around cement beams glazed and shimmering with epoxy and daylight sβ¨hone white on the left half a bedraggled face. The other half smirked, sitting cross-legged under a wall-less window eating carrot sticks with chopsticks.β¨ The dust in my eyes, in the blank between us pervaded pore and nostril, bourgeoning the ache of a flaying respite, with the fire of a thousand minute needles and the diaphragm-tugging grip of "come closer."