北京


I walked there. I am walking here.
I am going along. I cross, avoid, sneak, stand, wait, and push a little.

I look from side to side. The cars.

I hear and smell. It's different but now it's not.
I am hungry.

I walk everyday.
In the morning I leave, in the evening I come back.
I know the way.

I look from side to side.
It's grey. It's red with a bit of green. It's full.
I am floating.

I look from side to side. The cranes above my head. Au-dessus de mon crâne.

I'm not sure where I am, but my body knows. My body feels. Clever beast.
It understands the pace. It follows their rhythm.
Left, right, left, right.
It adapts, and I adapt.

I've just been here. Wait a bit. Stay.

Everyday is different.
Will I be the same?

I look from side to side. It’s high. It’s wide. It doesn’t end.
The sky is low.

They are many. We are many.

Where am I? Oh wait I think I know. Do I? For now I do.

I look from side to side. It’s gone.

It has no root. It is white but it looks different.
I am searching.
It’s an idea.
We took it from them, so they took it from us.

How long will it take?
I’m still walking here.

I don’t know where I am going, but my body knows.