As close as we ever come to it, an old story, just look up, the centuries beckon, all those years, all those souls, yours for a song and the song is all the grand operas in the world. City as text today considers all the real estate windows, all the FOR SALE or FOR RENT signs hanging on all the cities of the world, icing those urban cakes with their butter cream promises of new lives to be lived here, up here, behind this sign. Give them everything you have or will have, make them believe you are good for it and you can remove this sign, take it to the temple and burn it on the highest altar of possession and ownership now NOT FOR SALE because it’s mine. Except it’s not except it might be. This is a story that’s never over.