I live here. I breath here. Everyville is breathing with me. Inhaling. Exhaling. Becoming larger as I grow. I know the small streets, recently the big ones as well. There is no centre and therefore no periphery. A diversity of public spaces braided into each other, intertwining at points with the open fields, offering a versatility of activities, creating a new rhythm in the city and a different movement through it. Making it possible to play the city, each time a new melody, each time a different experience. It reminds me of an xray of my organs I have seen. The whole machinery is made visible, each step, transparent. The open fields that can be played on are also feeding the people. I am looking up at the sky, from between the rows of strawberries, while tasting the sweet fruits, not wanting to be anywhere else but here.