Where is the fire that turned guts into chitlins, that took rhythms and make jazz, that took sit-ins and marches and made us jump boundaries and barriers?
내장이 곱창이 되고 리듬이 재즈가 되며 구경하며 걷던 우리를 경계와 장벽을  뛰어넘게 했던 불꽃은 어디에 있느냐?