Man without talent
Here he stands. His hand were little shaky but he done pretty good job to calm them down. The more he was looking at the city from height the more his concisness expand until he blends with the city. He was the city. Whatever happends there happends inside him and he could feel every step of walking people, he could heard laugh of people in restaurants and coffee shops. It was one of the most satisfying feeling in his life. He finally truly lived. After all these years of floating through life, after all pain and flashes of love he can just stand there and do nothing and the universe would handle everything else. When he closed his eyes he saw colours insted of depressive thoughts and he wanted to capture all this movement and beauty on canvas. He was experiencing something what many artists only dream off, inspiration flew throught him and wonder if he could wrote a book on the spot but he was so worried that even the slightest move would destroy his pressures mood that he rather stayed without move and just observe. Then he spread arms and fall backwards. The anonymous viewer would held his breath as the man made 450 defree flip and land in the little pool full of foam cubes on the next roof which was separated from this one only by a 10 centimeter gap, but the difference in height could be more that 10 meters. This was very brave and in the same way very stupid.