There is a neighborhood of someone's youth, now looking so outdated but as cosy as an old blanket you want to hold to your chest. Existing almost as it did those years ago. Louder and more primal than the world that has grown up around it, with knowledge from a departed era that will one day fade into these old walls. The bustle of the towering modern city all but drowns it out. You need to get close and walk down the nooks and crannies of its memories. Lean in and it will tell you invaluable stories in a voice that's beginning to falter.