[...] As for lamps, people carry them inside themselves. Many people in his environment are quite familiar with what it means to close one's eyes, even when they're open, and gaze on an invisible, inner darkness. They have extensive experience doing other impossible things, like waiting for someone they know won't come, like dwelling in that afternoon when they left their house and entered someone else's and the two of them loved a lot. If you could see how naturally they trusted one another, even when time says: We're an instant, what we live never returns, nostalgia is nothing but a refuge.