We smell the impact of traffic and humans. Humans and traffic. Back and forth. We taste our moment, swallowing it, knowing it. We feel our nerves twitching inside our stomaches, lunging at our skin from beneath.

“The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Me…”

“Within minutes, mounds of concrete and earth were stacked and piled. The street…”

“So many humans. So many colors.”

“Thank you. For Max Vandenburg, those were the two most pitiful words he could p…”