In the cities I have chosen, I embrace the thick layers of exhaust, honking horns, and asphalt as my nature. There, I experience the erasure of both myself and the environment. Within a smoothly neutralised or refined setting, I discover subtly distorted structures. And I encounter someone who does not quite belong to that environment, like a single character that protrudes half a space from an aligned paragraph. I write, I relocate spaces, and when I invite people into them, they walk. Sometimes, I speak and move as well, at times appearing within the screen.