Lonely metal souls in the unimpeded darkness of space, they meet, pass each other, and part, never to meet again. No words passing between them. No promises to keep.

“أن تموت ببطء ليس بطريقة لطيفة للموت.”

“But this thing, whatever it was, this mistlike something, hung there inside my …”

“Prvo, o duši. Kažeš mi da u gradu nema sukoba, mržnje, niti žudnje. To je lijep…”

“In the course of this one day, several things have taken a decisive step forwar…”