The ocean and the sun are masters of their realm. One lives with force and the other by time. The sun is not eternal; death awaits her too. But she is bigger than you or me, and so it may seem that she will live forever.
I feel small when I imagine the lives of planets and stars, and people who appear to be planets themselves.
But there is light in all of us, regardless of the time of day. We can inhabit the skins of nocturnal creatures too.
We live among giants. We strive to become giants, immortal, invincible.
The city becomes our friend and our enemy. The city is a jungle, and the jungle is a home.