Weaving between spaces where there is no light, no sound and no movement, it survives only by the insides and the outsides, the middles and the ends.

Understand, it exists in the boundaries and edges you simplify, believing the names of things you perceive, hear, smell, taste and feel.

It throbs inside bare life and divides itself from the streets, calving a rich texture in your own suburbs, your own city borderlines.

And softly, it curls up in the back of your mind and is contained there, suspended, as it travels in a world that’s familiar to your own – bounded, shrinking and most of all, fenced.