Not until I’ve finished going AAAAaaaaAAAAaaaa (breath) aaaaAAAAaaaaaaa and listening to the syllable echo back at me from each nearby constructing face. Got change for a wash-and-dry, just not one other pair of pants to put on till they’re achieved. They’re eyeballing me because I’m definitively black, and since the holes in my clothes aren’t the fashionable kind. I’m actually singing to the cityscape beyond.