in crowds, in voids, in long or short streets, in spaces narrow, wide, grey, in their city, in my city, in the morning, at night, when i go, when i come back, sometimes i want to stretch my arms and fly—well you can’t fly human master, no you can’t fly, you can’t fly by yourself—and sometimes i almost do, i almost fly, and sometimes i would rather glide like a fish, swim in the air and cut the wind in two.