Black clouds approach, white waves start smashing onto the shores, gusts rattling through empty alleys, signs and doors shattering. Standstill. Aftermath. One seeks the path back to normal/status quo, out of the mental jungle, onto the plains of ambition. Longing for hunger and diversion. Dragging the chains of oneself .. a small escape through spaces of time and monuments, eventually reaching places of joy. Its not a burger. Neither false, nor illusion.