Another life. The importance of hair. Human traffic patterns. A music stand just next to me. RW on the stereo. Leature and tartan passing by outside. There’s still tinsel here, with occasional birdlife. Retro-runners guy turns to cough. My hair is a mess, but not for long. Oh, Miss China. Ten, with a backwards y. Green bottles and colourless glasses. I wonder what she’s doing, right now. Nova Mini (a reference to …?) Into this life and out of the blue. A cap, a crown, on the dusty ground. Acidic wooden patterns stare back at me now. How do I solve this? Another mystery unsolved, howling in the darkness.