Rian Where ever you stand is your true place. Either South, North, East of West. All is the same. For the mind that is clear, it always finds the anew. Rian, caught between a past which is slowly eroding and futures that have yet to occur. He looks over the rejection letters of the last few months. With out any care or interest, he maintains what could be the last days. But only as moments in time. Walking through streets of a city, overbuilt construction,...