This is how it begins.
With a leap through the neon night towards a dream.
A big dream that is scary to talk about outloud. Because it might end in spectacular failure. Or it might be an overnight success. The kind of overnight success that is made possible by slavish efforts over nights and weekends and margins of the day for years and years. Spinning borrowed time into a pyramid. Or possibly mistaking another windmill for another dragon.
To leap is to abandon all perspective.
And that is exactly what we have here.
A singular point of view teetering on the point of no return.
Leap...