You are the custom's agent.

Pretend: you wait all day in your room watching monitors and listening to people. The airplanes fly overhead. Flights come in from Germany and South Korea. You see a man connecting to Canada make a scene. You see his red face call to the ladies behind the desk. Then everything keeps moving. Business is the normal business.

Now I have come in with my small suitcase. None of the dogs smell me. I declare nothing. Then I'm gone into the streets of your city.

I've brought with me the terrible things. Your failure has missed me. And I will assist everyone I know in getting worse and worse.

When I fly again, I will already know you. I will become faster and faster while you are at slow.

Look, the statues are bowing when I move between them.