Fleeting thrills converge in a slogan. We know this from blowhard politics and the pox of advertisements everywhere. I speak not of dreams or illusions, but of this moment in which we face each other, when we are together on this surface. Appreciating what happens and happens to us, crystallizing that, takes time and persistence. Even the light of the sun, the star that shines in our eyes, reaches us after an eight-minute delay. Patience. Appease the frustration that unites us and don’t quit. Keep connecting my streets, these walls. You are in Sandulce. Soon you shall be in Cangrejos.