10am and on. In between realities. Convinced there's a Now that doesn't belong to either city or village, to either forests nor that concrete grid, a Now that is as intense and enticing as it is transient and ephemeral. Clouds hills settlements commercial areas fields and meadows passing by at high speed. Kids standing watching behind a fence, waving hands. A tall proud bird resting on a pole, eyes focused on the infinite. In motion, on many levels.