Broken pieces of machinery and fractured images of her cervix as the night passes you by. The corner of a street where two lovers kiss, and the subway where freedom of thought is discovered among decade-old graffiti. Chasing dreams in the rain. Escaping doubt with every mouthful of beer as those around you dance oblivious. These days of strange desires. These faithful hours of failure while gazing up at the stars as the city burns on the horizon. The journey of mistaken hearts, so easy to overlook. No dilemma, only the decision to do things the right way. Hold your breath. Praise each act of defiance, and make love as if it were a dagger in the belly of everyone who ever doubted your ability to conjure symbols at will.