Quite a sight isn't it? It's madness, absolute madness. But in many ways, I guess, it's typical of the kind of decision making that has been a hallmark of this city. It's a shame. A crying shame.

You call it madness, but I call it love.

People like to walk through natural areas.

The plan really addresses the growth the city is experiencing.

We can go mad whenever we like. We can leave our minds behind and play in the garden at night. The gate is always open. And the moon is always bright.

I sometimes wonder if I am mad, but then I wonder what it means to be mad. I mean, can you truly say you can define madness? Or is it just a fabricated disease for those who are too "abnormal" for the "normal".