I like the word narrative - it’s a different, more elaborate version of the word story. And I like stories that take place in cities, most of the times right in front of your eyes. All it takes for you to see them is patience and observation: the people waiting at the traffic lights might be busy talking about tomorrow’s plans or their friend’s misfortune; so busy, they won’t even notice that the girl in the taxi passing in front of them, was looking outside the window crying. Or that the guy on the bicycle had yellow flowers in the basket.
I like to think this is a scene on a weekday evening, right before the city and its people call it a night. And for some reason, I feel that if you turn right on that corner by the fountain, you will see sea in front of you.