The cold, concrete structure surrounds you, yet this is where you chose to sleep. An environment full of hard ridges and lines; unmoving. An installation likely to outlive you a hundred lifetimes - maybe more. A place that may have been constructed before your birth. Made with the hard hands of hard workers pouring their sweat and time for meals on the table. You rest here not thinking that, or maybe you are. But while some might think this place is no place to have to yourself, It is yours and you belong here. The coldness is your familiar; your comfort zone. You need not explain yourself because no one will bother you here. You are plugged into your music. You are transported. You dream in concrete.