On a hot and sweaty summer's day, in 2046, the lonely anti-hero of our story treads the alley ways of West Shanghai. The inescapable lonesome desperation he feels is represented by this piece of music. Its rough around the edges (the composition, that is). Its got Dopler, its got first reflections and diffuse reflections, its got surround panning ... and its tense ... real tense. NOTE: There's a couple of sound artefacts in this piece... due to my complex and comvoluted set up. They are minor, but perceivable.