Cities in air is where the heart’s residue congeals – there is music and laughter in the distance – response to soundless comedy playing out on a plane’s TV.

And held in the wrist, old words – just slightly damp from tears – poems really by Adrienne who disappeared beyond the years' horizon. Is this how air feels when a star collapses into itself?

A rushing of wings, and arrival in A temporal twinkling city that has been torn by whirlwinds into a breathless suffocation.