Blaha Lujza tér, the gateway to the 8th district. The snow delicately coats the piss drenched streets. For a moment the white purity of the flakes mask everything, but it's not real, a brown sludge will arrive shortly and the face of humanity will return broken, dirty and vulnerable. Empty cans of Ászok are strewn across the sidewalk and my apartment floor, we all need something.