Scratchy film reel, photoshop filters, buildings passing as seen from a train.
I'm coming into London, London not London, there's St. Pauls and the Opera House, great architecture writ large upon the landscape of childhood, buildings behind buildings, not London but the small town where I grew up, the prairie architecture replaced with grand old European architecture, recognizing both the buildings and the map upon which they stand, central park and the library, London not london...
Now I'm flying, swooping more, finding high buildings to leap off of, falling and then at the last moment swooping, someone is chasing me but I'm busy with this, fly up, find another perch, jump and swoop again...