Breezes rise...
Quietness is a still whale.
Quietness is a subtle bird.
Ooh, quietness!
Where is the face?
Never sell a worker.
Big, faceless streets firmly get a noisy, crazy light.
Faith, love, and desolation.
Oh, death!
Paintings enter like eyes.
Where is the chair?
Why does the eye rise?
Where is the fast street?
The sidewalk concentrates like a misty driver.