III

Silence. Not sordid at all. Just peaceful. There are stars everywhere, no walls or ceilings, no doors or buildings, just a wider-than-anything endless path. And lots of stars…I am there without anyone around, with a cigarette in one hand and a song in the other. She is there without anybody around, with cigarette in one hand and a poem in the other. The cigarettes are gone, then we hold hands and part.