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Cold still presses in

It dries quickly after river crossings

listening to the room breathe

You move through Williamsburg on foot

Flinders Belt Bags taking on the marks thatThe Flinders Belt Gare du Nord before rush hour is all movement and intent. Boots on concrete, coats cut sharp, everyone dressed like they mean it. All black works here. It always has. The Flinders Belt sits quiet at the centre of it, holding things together while the city starts to spin. You move south through the Paris Metro, surface near stone and glass, walk until the noise thins. Lunch is standing room only. A carafe of Burgundy on the table,