Stoplight. 4 am. Anywhere in the world. Lost without a sound, but awake, found a new day. No one can hurt YOU here - In your van with your windows rolled up, watching the homeless wake up in their curbside beds, Watch the bakeries deliver their breads. What are YOU doing? Awake at this hour Where are YOU going? Half asleep without knowing. Early to beat one rush and feel another. Stopped, the irony escapes you Because your race is still winning In your van with the windows rolled up - Time to look around, you have. Silent movement in the darkish streets around you. The world has not yet begun, so YOU are just a spectator, In your van with the windows rolled up, it's a good time to be alive. 4 am. It's a good place to see the world. Stoplight.       Yogaykarta, Indonesia / October 26th, 1998