My heel lands on the ground, and I feel the vibration run through my toes, the fabric of my socks rubbing against my skin, sliding around in my shoes with every step. “Somewhere only we know” fades into “Fuck it, I’m her idol”, tangling together with “Just something you paid for” until I can’t tell what is, who sings, or where it is coming from. All of it tangled in my earlobes, the songs, the wind, my breath, the pavement, the people on my side, on the other side, in their windowsills, the ambulance wailing somewhere far away, one big pulse combining with mine.