PUZZLE ABOVE THE CITY Plaudit to these white clouds, to this magick so wondrous to perceive... A sunny day in London? Metal floats on the pond of present, voices from my sorry past are now water under the bridge. Up here, behold existence from up here! A bright message I choose to convey on principle, this I emphatically state, holding thou firmly through this foray always willing to uphold thy soaring and, most of all, vividly gate-crashing into thy quintessence. The binding of this book feels fragile today. Your verdant hourglass rests on the shelf of life don't walk away. Enter that red booth inside your chest and ring me.