Narration(Kore): It isn't what I imagined.

Narration(Kore): Every arch every detail...a sensitive trained eye, a confident hand. Barbarous, cold, graceful, expressive, mad, ambitious.

Narration(Kore): the entire design unified by his own hand.

Narration(Kore): How many times have I too stood at a window and watched...as all the shop lights flicker on...just like they do in London...happy people in their skimpiest, most fashionable togs.

Narration(Kore): Intoxicated and warm. As merry as if it were Christmas eve. As merry as they are every night.

Narration(Kore): When the sinking sun frees them from their offices....and their responsibility.

Narration(Kore): Giggling, staggering girls and boys, in the glow of the shops, happy to press together in the dark. Each day happier than any other moment in their lives. They are never alone.

Kore: Hello, Ves.