I don't know. things were different this time.
things got amplified, fell into place. when kneading dough there's a moment when everything coheres together into a elastic ball, no longer too sticky. the absence of progress in any repeated movement suddenly gives away to a series of revelations and reveal-ations. there's more here, if you look for it. more things sliding under things, if you're willing to be there.
it's not so much the same subject matter transposed onto different languages or cultures, it's the atmosphere itself that whirls in the air, neither form or content but attitude.
having navigated a metaphorical city I come out the other end understanding more of its alleyways. I've entered some of its buildings. I've met some of its people. understood more than a facade.