Power lines shapeshifting, like the tracks below or like a melody. Shades of green and shades of blue and shades of green, both sides of the waterbank. A road that stretches out forever, to everywhere, to nowhere, to change at Charing Cross. The light's abundant but shattered, why stay aloof? Why stay at all?

Crawl through the tunnel, like a wardrobe in a children's book. See what's on the other side.

Immerse yourself in water, in sounds, in visuals and flow away. Ebb round the flowers, bubble with the gushing waters. Only let your heart untwine, so I could find you when the sun falls into its nocturnal grave. Every day, every moment, from infinity to zero. As long as there's beauty, there is hope...