On cobbled streets

Do you have an affinity towards things forbidden? Well, I do.
At 17, I liked the sight and smell of forbidden things. I looked out for them.
The neighbourhood in which LJS and I would loiter once had cobbled streets. To this day, some patches of that surface break out through the asphalt. These are streets burdened with too much traffic over too much time, and sometimes, they sigh. If you're at ground-level, dozing off with nose to the surface with the last chase on blackened foil, you can hear their sighs.