The man of the city is ever so deep in a mosaic of sensations and cravings - colourful, detailed, overwhelming. Should he go out of the asphalt jungle and plunge into the sky? should he lie quietly by the tulips in spring? The weight of his cross is immense but he never strays from his way. Sometimes he hesitates and needs time to contemplate his decisions. Sometimes he is afraid to go near a crossroad because he is tired of making decisions. Sometimes he just wants to be. There are no dead-end streets when you are travelling to yourself.