Paul is a dreamer.
He goes through the streets, crosses roads, hits the metro and catches carefully the sounds of life.
Then he would close his eyes, pic a melody that affected him most and imagine himself as a conductor - conducting a huge orchestra, which is willing to burn to the ground for the seconds of freedom to come. The orchestra would react precisely to his feelings, thoughts and moods - in unwritten agreement. Paul would just instantly bend one muscle to maximum and thousands of instruments would instinctvely explode with the massive power of an atom bomb or keep calm in devotion and humility - adagio con espressione, releasing that one single melody in the most splendid way of perfection.
In fact: Paul remains as a dreamer.
He raises his eyes and goes home.
Paul is me. Paul is you. Paul is us in the few sanguine moments of living.
...more to come!
