Hard not to scale the walls. Hard not to fly off the handle. Hard not to break free of structure set in stone. Too Hard.

We scale the walls, hard, cold, dim in the dusk. Impenetrable they stand. How do we go forward? How do we move up? How is this even possible? Against all probability we will break to the other side, to our reflection.

The stone wall grips you, throws you down, bolts your limbs to the ground. Another example.

Windows sprout from the wall like mushrooms.

Urban serenity, or life despite the concrete.