As I walk towards my home at night a wet surface of the pavement glitters in all shades of black, reminding me that I am surfing. Not just on the street, but on the endless glassy surface of the interface of this world. This is where I belong. The warmth of the reflection entangles me, mirroring that which surrounds me. The light and color, the movement and the thoughts of mine. A contentless surface that needs to reflect to exist, to have a meaning.
