One thousand pillows, gasoline, fire.

Deliver a blow to the hurt and say this shall pass

Cooking, the man calls for his cat.

"24 Hours!"

"24 Hours!"

"24 Hours!"

He sounds delusional, alone, unaware...

This goes on for a long while before the cat enters the shot.

A night away from the city, we lay down by a lake and stargaze in silence. At some point, making sure that no one hears me, quietly I spoke: "I give you ten seconds if you can hear me right now". Listen, when the count hit five, I swear, like a laceration that is healed as soon as it is inflicted, the brightest shooting star flashed across the sky.

Young mother on a bicycle with her little boy in the safety seat pulls over. In absolute stillness they watch a demolition site across the street. One block down, someone spray paints a beautiful euro sign on the trunk of a sycamore tree.