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There are times when mischief is not an answer, and sense is but a fleeting feeling. Take us away onto a mountain top, thousands of miles above this land and we'll start to think.

Staring down at a city on fire with action emotion, bleeding darting lines of light, we hypothesize.

What would the earth be like without us? What is the earth like with us? What do you suppose 3,203 people are doing in Los Angeles right now?

Whatever each individual decides, we leave with a smile and an exhausted demeanor.

Descending back into the burning city, the peace is further away. Being a separate part of the world is more difficult to conceptualize down here. That light blood is my car. That dancing light is the police helicopter. That smoke is all of us.

Back into our rooms, we shut the door, awaiting another escape.