»If only night wasn’t so addictive. If only darkness nuh let me feel spheres. If only the morning sunrays didn’t make me throw away any sorrows, bring ideas to my mind and let me feel, yet I’m still here. I’d like to know how I’d think and live if these things’d turn ‚round. All the magic I could’ve found. But this sound and pulse, invisible as it is. If it wasn’t this way, I bet I’d miss.«