(How do you feel?)
- I definitely feel myself. Sometimes you don't need more.
(Still, you're worried. Am I right?)
- Of course. Moreover, I am absolutely horrified. But is it really that noticeable?
(You look anywhere but up.)
- Ah, this is...
- I told you, didn't I?
(About what?)
- Yes, it's rubbish.
(How can trifles cause horror?)
- It's… hard to describe.
I climb the metal railing and swing my legs down. One after another, I cast short glances into the abyss - she answers me with an angry icy breath. This is how we communicate. Like old friends.
- Sometimes it seems to me that the whole world is pretending to be crazy.
- It's as if ... as if he wants to convince me of something that doesn't really exist.
(Strange, don't you think?)