vast ocean of bodies and this infinite of probabilities.

And in an empty flat on the edge of the field she was receiving these codes coming from nowhere, that is, from every atom surrounding her that was casting helplessly, desperately its message to the universe, as in an empty bottle in the sea.

She suddenly heard Matthew’s repeated questions.

‘What are you thinking about, Adriana, please tell me, what are you thinking about?’

She gazed at him slightly intrigued by the new and unexpected feeling that Matthew and his begging eyes were far far away, right on the other bank of a river of solitude, she even seemed to hear her and his tunes, their encoded messages melting into that sad song, and could see herself and Matthew as two worlds inthe ocean of solitary worlds.

She stared at him without giving an answer while the music flowed on, and what could she possibly answer, for she herself couldn’t understand what was going on and she wished too she could tear herself away and from his arms point to him ‘look Matthew, that creature has terrified me’, but the music dripped on, endless, keeping her locked within its sounds.

She suddenly started to hear Matthew, hear his words and see his eyes, closer and closer, although she could still discern the music in the background. She could see then that Matthew seemed to be like her, captive, she could hear him saying sad things and she wondered what they had to do with the two of them, what underlying connection there