During 1980, like any self-respecting UK punk, I would indulge myself in freeform meandering around deserted warehouses.
In those days who didn’t?
The right warehouses were quite good places to hide from the strange people that send messages describing our past in ways I don’t remember. Gradually, deserted warehouses became harder to find as rampant film crews, homeless people, musicians and punks sought their particular ambience.
OMD sang Messages