For us from architecture:

crossing under the bridge a road that only vaguely reminds me of what it used to be a year ago someone plays the radio I hear a song so long forgotten and it fills me with nostalgia I am not really allowed but I grab at it anyways as I desire through a traffic jam almost geometric the music cuts me from all angles I am reminded of sitting around pavement cutting chai and the jingle of coins we saved for it in bored midnights and blurry pencils we talked of passion and love for laid bricks that make you feel like living the city comes alive suddenly you see it all in black and white lines are emerging out of every side as I realize we might be inside a comic strip and the building look like our portfolios with the incomplete coloring the white bricks on my cad wall and yours with yellow green trees the shade you forgot to draw inspired by what you never understood the words crash against your heart at 3am in the shabby room your parents refused to entre and your feet we fall we break we shake take make and at the end we just throw all the papers away and start all over coz we are not alone now and the music like the lines heal every cut you gave yourself making your last model far away somewhere the day breaks and we know the passion has not died for it is our truth we always know that we are what we are