There’s stairs going up. Go back to the hotel. If I’m not back in five hours, look for me at the police station.
I would find myself there, looking at the void to see how the thought comes back, how the feeling returns. Because it was… it was a beautiful day.
I had finished my crossing, the coup was over. But then I looked over at the South Tower and it was still calling to me. So I’m thinking, maybe I should get back on my wire.