The curtains are drawn, the door is closed.
The sounds outside burst into the ears
I walk between square inches
Spread ingest into my past
Dig out all the wisdom to fantasize about my future
All the past, all the future
Not as valuable as the air in the four sides of the space today.
After I've breathed the air here,
After listening to all the sounds outside,
I'm going out for a trip.
Reacquainting the crowd
Re-discovering the scenery
Melting in the world