They had to get to the middle of the city in order to start the good art projects that would help change everything & most of the time passengers in cars passing would stare or take their photos with cell phones and dive back down hiding. The car would drive off but left hanging in the air would be  a sense of longing. It felt illuminated & sensible & early morning. The procession concluded near the front door of my apartment which faces a park & is at the very center of the city. I worked the dark shift and was getting off right as they were passing with their curtain and sign and materials, walking walking walking, legs so strong & built that way. Evolved. I walked right up to them, hello, you are all dressed in such coordination, they smiled back and one started breaking my concrete steps with a sledgehammer. They had set up a wreath and tunnel that went off past my house, so that I was simultaneously recalling my first pet mouse and the lack of tinsel in stores due to cats choking on it and wondering where the other end of the tunnel would be. My steps, the sky, early morning air and five strangers and me. They introduced themselves so that we would know each other. Red, Blue, Yellow, Black, White. Their names. My name is Images. Would you help us they asked. I said yes, but I have to change. They said sure but you can't go inside. I said but I am in my work clothes. They said that is ok, we can use that. I said nothing but took a bite of the pear I'd been saving. Red undid my shoelaces and tied them together. She said take a step. I sat down on half of a destroyed step that Blue was taking a break from crushing altogether. Red saw that I was enjoying the pear and didn't mind the tied together laces. In fact I was thinking about the laces and felt so cute that someone was playing a trick on me that I just laughed and sang a little with my yellow pear. Morning light was really coming on very pink and Black had just finished building a geodesic dome with white in the center of the square out of violin bows. I finished the pear, Red stood a foot in front of me and I offered her the Pear core. She took it by the stem, licked the core and fed it to a dog. I slipped my feet out of my shoes and walked over to where some city workers were starting trash pickup. I told them that we would take care of that today in this part of the city, the part where changes were happening, so if they wanted to, they could just skip this part today or do something with us while they were here. They had orange vests and decided to build a human pyramid which worked really well actually and I took a picture with my mind of it right as it fell. Some of them decided to try the tunnel the artists had built, and took headlamps off of the headlamp and tinsel wreath, strapped the headlamps on and began to crawl away into the dark cloth tunnel that was painted to look like the night sky. Looking more closely I saw that it was tiny dots of nail polish and bleach that made it look like constellations and universes and shooting stars and nebulas. Goodbye to some city workers crawling into the night sky. Goodbye to my front steps, now totally gone and the concrete chunks being arranged in a circle on the dirt of my missing stoop. Yellow wore a camera on his shoulder like a canary would ride in cartoons, and talked to it like a sailor talks to a parrot. The camera wouldn't repeat it would just take and take and take, and the matter that it was recording was slowly almost imperceptibly filling a large glass jar that he handed to me. I could see this tiny stuff accumulating, and tried to zoom my eyes in so close. I zoomed them in on the hem of my work pants, and I could see the dust particles from the books I'd been shelving all night, little bits of books that were now lighter than air. As I thought of this I saw an encyclopedia's worth of loose paper blow across the square, and flock over the fountain just as it turned on. The water that poured from it was brown like rusted pipes and we noticed and walked over, Yellow pointing his camera close to the water that burst out of tubes running under the flat surface of other water and we both laughed and the water laughed and the camera started to make a creaking sound. It is easy to spend money at fountains, it looks so nice and feels so good throwing money in there, wishing and wishing. I had wished at that fountain that there would be some changing that couldn't be stopped. I had thrown a quarter in there with that wish in mind. I can tell the wish now because I think it came true, when the artists showed up at the city center and started their work.