Was It Fair To Say I Didn't

One Moment The World Is As It Is. The Next, It Is Something Entirely Different. Something It Has Never Been Before.

Cities Have Distinct Personalities. It's A Matter Of Knowing It.

I Was In The Black Silence Of A Medieval Street, And Blindly I Followed Its Sharp Turns, Comforted By The Height Of Its Narrow Tenements, Which Seemed At Any Moment Capable Of Falling Together, Closing This Alleyway Under Indifferent Stars Like A Seam.

I Assume I Don't Need An Introduction.

-you Are On The Verge Of Being Truly Mad. -no, Not At All. Look At Me. I Can Tie My Shoelaces. See?