‘Zeno’s third paradox was about an arrow in flight. But, seeing as it stands still in any one instant of time, it remains motionless. The arrow flies forward, but does not move. It pierces the heart, and from this poems are born.’ So said Vladimir Gandelsman. This piece has arisen from multiple arrows that have pierced us. The arrow of Rīgas Laiks. The arrow of Wagner. The arrow of Auznieks. And all the other conscious and unconscious arrows of life.