So in this beautiful song UB boy considers what to do. Through a glass the light scatters in different angles and in his eyes. Thus presenting a variety of choices to make. Quite a responsibility…
Through the yellow glass
Shrink... no crashing windows. As fragile... yes as fragile as glass. The glass in my hand tinkling in this nowhere air. No, this is somewhere. Somewhere in a garden. And it's yellow. I mean the air, but not visible. Sitting in a chair, a table on a pavement. Holding the glass in the somewhere air. And it tinkles, waving at me. The way it looks. The many sides of vision. A chair in the air.