I used to live in the Barbican, in one of those split level flats. The communal areas are exactly as you’ve described, but the sensation was amplified within the flats. Over the three floors of the apartment we had these huge, proto-doubleglazed panels made of teak and glass that hermetically sealed us in. The central core of the apartment contained all the service elements, including the garchey system that belched and washed and carried the buildings turns and sighs back into the space.
I struggled deeply with the auditory sensations of the place, but my wife at the time didn’t tune into it. This and other factors led us to separate and now I live deep in the mountains and she’s still happy in the haunted apartment.
This is one of those corridors (excuse the bins bags I took this to complain to the council)
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