the patterns on the curtains were hard edges, repeated, mathematical, geometric. squares with a soft embroidered frame on them; ninja stars which spun forever in a curled waveform, held aloft by large metal rings scraping and gliding along a knurled bar.
the echoed clanging at times matching the meter of machines and footsteps. the cacophony rose and fell away, breaking every so often into brief moments of absolute silence.
put a record on, and listen the whole way through, just like in old times.