Tension.

Fatal geometry.

Copper and aluminium cables spread above bystanders, advancing their steps and leading the movement of trains following an established path. A continuous source of energy, unstoppable, held back by the cold strike of clock hands scanning the hours of frenetic lives. They are steps that won’t dare slowing down, shoes strangled by the laces they’re wrapped in, kissing the corvine asphalt and observing the cloudy giant resting on top of houses’ chimneys, wondering what color it is. A metal noose fatal to man that untangles becoming equilibrium. The boundaries of the skies are pierced by the flow of energy coursing through the wires’ heart. Lines suspended in the air in perfect harmony. Fatal geometry.