Today’s the sort of day, when I play music in my ears, and make movies in my head, as I walk through the grey cold city I feel connected to.

3 wind turbines spin on top of an urban hill, spin in unison powered by the nature we cannot see.

A dog the size of a small pony, stops and stares.

The man in the mural eyes look sad today, who is he looking at.

The water in the fountain plays.

Why is the field in the middle greener than the rest?

People weave an intricate dance but have no idea who they’re dancing with.

What it is to feel alive when you open your eyes.

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