An alleyway entrance; to your left a lounger, to your right a round table. Both adorned with light. The discovery of a lounge space, bright shapes slid into each other; shifted and moved around. The bar in the foreground; the bottles lining the walls, and the snaking shape, that leads to the depths of the brightly lit crevice. Hidden in a nook; is a desk, quietly cut off from the rest of the hustle - when one has to bustle now that the warme has died - a new space for peace, passion and love will survive.