Paper folded lengthways this way that: five different doors open at five different angles, evolution is creased down the middle, a ship afloat on the watermark turns its back on you. Does it leave, this ship, does it leave or does it return. Does it matter, when you are left either way on the shore? Purse empty in your hand, moths flying from its open mouth towards the lights lights lights in your eyes. North South East West and something else unseen, there, the distance, somewhere. Bank colour. Demand interest.