We are water; we are stone; we are solid and fluid. We are bursting rays uncontainable, yearning to escape the milky prison of consumer numbness —we try to remember— inside the heliographic night, inside yoga studios and juice bars, inside workshops and self-help, looking for something inside, looking for trails of invisible wonder through the city’s slumber, searching deep in the bones of skyscrapers, between the ribs of excess, picking at the toxic leftovers of the brilliance of industry.