let's suppose that a kite could come to life and develop its own personality. on the one hand
it would feel the exhilaration that comes from the surges of wind that direct it through the sky. on the other hand
it would almost immediately take notice of something annoying. the tugging of the string at its centre; a feeling of constraint; resistance. and soon the kite begins to think to itself
if only i could detach
Lyric Context: the string that ties us - beautiful eulogy