1 Dec 2022

Focus, finally, on the lights. It makes her swoon, warm, collapsing into capitalism. It is literally the New York Stock Exchange (she didn’t know it because she walked in the opposite direction every day, under its shadow). Crooked, haunting echoes follow her. At least she’s warm.

At night, a giant lit Christmas tree with a star on top of it stands in front of a building with Roman pillars, lit in green and red.