The subject is vast but not without enlightenment. It exists between the realms of alter states of theology and the urban consciousness. It is the adventure of rooms, doors and hallways; the chance encounters with faces that roam the night through alleys and bars and on the corners. Threads are constantly woven. It is a billion eyes longing for paradise. It is who we fail to become and what we journey to Be (and always our wars). It is the City and its double, the mobility of urbanism through memory and remeberance; the experiement of what it means to be Human and th joys and evils to which we stand and fall. It is the romance of Desire, an Invisible Sun.