I remember being a child. I remember a subway ride being an unpredictable journey. The magic of navigating through a mass of underground tunnels was not lost on me. I never took it for granted that I would reach home. I always ran the risk of ending up in a forest, or a junkyard or a place so new to me that it only existed as a nagging, intangible excitement in my mind. Everywhere the world stood neglected, waiting for me to play with it, to draw out its personality, to wake it up.