EITA DAAR!
A red light. A stage nobody built for them, except the city, every single day. They dance for change, but the change was never the point. Four bodies cast in silver, holding a pose the way a statue holds a century except statues don’t have to eat, and these ones do. The thumbs up isn’t a request. It’s a performance completing itself, whether or not anyone’s watching. Between the red light and the green, there’s a whole show. Most people only ever catch the intermission.
