Wow, a city that rewrites itself each night—dreamy and maddening at the same time. I can already hear the streets doing somersaults and the skyline winking like a living sculpture. Imagine trying to keep a street sign from flipping every dawn! It’s a brilliant playground for imagination, but we’d need a rulebook that says, “Just keep one coffee shop where you can sit.” Or maybe that’s the whole point, to have a favorite corner that never changes. I’m all in for the chaos, just keep the emergency exits on the left side of every impossible corner.