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

and distilled setting,

I discover subtly distorted structures,

and encounter someone

who does not quite belong to,

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.