"I have often dreamed of umbrellas as tall as buildings; their steel handles dipped under the soil and lie buried beneath the concrete where our feet cross. Metal tips touched the troughs of the clouds and their tops remained rigidly concave, letting the rain slide down their canvas crowns. I can move out of the cover of my giant umbrella, to make room for another to find protection in the cold, hard rain and stand with the rain mercilessly hitting my skin; soaking every layer down to my bones. Until eventually my heart is flooded - and every possession is carried away on the murky water like the possessions of a hurricane victim."