Here then is an ode to the gap between buildings, to the street that is their negative space; To nomadic meandering through sedentary estates; To the proliferating roadways of wanderlust.

A cornerstone never laid down to be relegated to history, but a permanent work in progress, tirelessly regenerating itself, starting over, again and again, like the vulture-ravaged liver of Prometheus.

Four corners frame an intersection, in the middle of which faces fourfold out, a dancing Parvati, consort of Shiva, ancient Hindu female deity, effigy of a grounding earthy force, channeling the incommensurate city into her sinuous rhythm.