Cold, concrete streets and clouded, ghostly buildings dot a city abandoned by all but a few. Neon lights, billboards, and posters flicker, tear, and fall as fog-carrying winds brush through The Town. Scantily clad women walk the paths of lust and its accompanying payment, while more still appear dreary as they sit, temporarily sheltered, underneath door alcoves. On each and every street corner, wooden stakes uphold megaphone-like speakers, which, until utilized once more, lie dormant. When the constructor of this swallowing city does arrive to explore his own mind and experience, the speakers awaken and the all-encompassing, otherworldly music of Abel Tesfaye echoes throughout the city’s walls.