If the big, open sky is a canopy for the tumult of birds and angels, then under which roof does the flight of the ferment of our times soar? Tent cities spring from the streets and in squares like so many umbrellas of refuge and rebellion. This can be a way to re-read the history of all cities. The ferment spreads. The tent becomes a stage, a school, a library, a playground, a feast, a salon, a rite of passage, and an embrace of ferments, a gathering of gatherings.

Ferment (shatter) lingers between coercion, surrender, heresy and defiance. Ferment (splendour) is incandescent with its own glow. Within this splendour it is possible to admit to tears, and that tears are now also extra-human.