this city is a still life. all these people on their bicycles, they are too many, they can't be real. look how they ride, with no hands, without even looking, they just can't. and all the houses are beautiful, all of them arranged, and the ducks swim on the green waters of the canals, someone must have put them there. i see sheep from my window and green everywhere, and the clock of the dom tower plays a tune every hour. and all these bookstores, and the smell of food and pot all the time. this can't possibly be real.