The construction crews in Greenpoint prepare the neighborhood for gentrification. Music assembles itself in your head as you wander and you obey its call. Something evil lurks beneath the ground, not just the benzene spill. You execute mice with a hammer and a plastic bag. They squeak in their glue traps. The leader of the mice jumps out of your shrine into your face, knocking down Playmobil knights and scurrying away. You write a song on your Argentine nylon-string and play it for Peter and he is amazed. Climb To The Stars, Run Through The Night With The Stars, go the lyrics.