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Autumn in the city - and the heart sings with a trembling strum: fallen leaves like forgotten rhythms, a request - right now, without delay. A nervous metre that constantly tries to catch up with itself - it cannot be tied down with a ribbon and does not tolerate lectures: just keep dancing, don't fall apart. The nights whisper nightmares that prevent you from getting up, and around the corner someone is still shouting at the sky and bringing home sweets, as if that could close the hole in the house. All this fragility is both funny and painful; you want to cheer up your fear and say, ‘Stop knocking, let's move on.’ It feels as if a solemn march has suddenly become a personal, trembling drum - and somehow that makes you feel warmer.