Rapunzel I

Sometimes when I’m walking through the streets with an obsessive musical theme on my green ears, I’m looking to the buildings and people like they are some cartoons. Like we are some little persons that some massive puppeteer had drawn to entertain himself. I imagine there must be more - much more - beyond those walls, those streets, those enormous and often hideous architectural objects. Maybe it was all designed one morning, coffee time, on some napkin. And here you got, your toy city, small boxes with pieces of life inside.