build as he approaches it. It’s a girl, sobbing. The sound seems to be building slowly, like an approaching truck in the distance.

He is just letting things drift for now though, these strange details would hopefully make sense later and he distracts himself from the sounds to think about his instructor Moe:

I remember I used to go see my sensei before when I felt the frustration start to build, he always helped me to control it. But it was like methadone to a heroin addict. It will get you by for a while but it’s not the same.

A hollow substitute.

A hug from a hooker.

A lie.