far and far inside of cities and though things are closed, slumbering, the electrical lights run a course, are a course, always in the nights. contained and curt on one hand, sane. from there they spread in the air, blossoming, becoming other vistas and catching the eyes, catching time and something beyond time, catching somehow themselves. far and far inside of cities things are closed but the lights brag hues of blue, yellow, green, and more.