A blur of foreign background whispers.
The engine fades and roars.
 The turning of magazine pages,
rustling of snack packages,
occasional footsteps - the clothes swishing past ear,
People clicking their fingernails and
People flicking their faces, their faces.
But there's silence in the seat next to

 A horrible, regrettable silence-
This was the first night I went to Le Bain, so try & imagine the pictures I took inside being amazing, because none of those made it out alive.