The inside is a dark musty stairway, concrete with a wrought iron bannister edging the stairs. I can see other internal doors as though this is an apartment block of several small units and looking up shows a couple of floors in the space where the stairs go. Alexi heads right to the foot of them and I follow quietly. Intrigued by this run-down building and the lack of grandeur I’m used to seeing him surrounded by. It’s borderline inhabitable and the kind of place you expect to find rats and cockroaches in every corner. A reminder of where I stayed after I left the hospital and reinvented myself as...