My mind plunges — ocean deep, a treadmill in Munich hums. Who’s invited to this crusade? Do I cheer or sneer at the parade before me? Where to go next after this soulless circus? The skyline never looked more blue — is this the same sight Picasso gazed at, or have the heavens changed? The weather’s overcast since eons. Does Venice know Rome is no more? Does the Vatican Palace still cater to lost sheep like us? Turquoise mundane — a new brushstroke to paint jest mundane, a world anew, a treasure hunt of memories and endeavours. Vocalizers beg to differ.