“Neither am I walking on a blank page: in a city you are always in the given text, between the lines at best. So I still have the sense of finding a way. I start a conversation with the world around, pacing it out, not expecting it to go anywhere. There are few deep stories exchanged here, hardly any myths, it is mainly small talk and anecdotes. But still, I am walking a story and trying to walk into one, as if there are secret entrances into the past here, as there are everywhere, and chancing upon the password will make one spring open. And years from now, when some walker of the future opens the same door, perhaps I will step out again into the eternal present”.