Strolling through Glasgow I was watching the river of people passing by and travelling through their own galaxies not minding these amazing lanes that were like the veins that connected the main streets. How many things happened here? How many people loved here? How many people cried here? These lanes are full of real or made up stories and the beauty of them is that you can make up your own story for each lane. So what do these lanes tell you? What happened there?