It's the confusion-the worldessness, a loss of words. It's the the taxi with two people inside
at 8pm--he, looking outside; her, feeling his hand. It's the dillemma-the profusion of words, all shouting in the head, the pauses and hesitations in mid-action. It's the ringing of the mobile left unanswered--he, browsing the tv; her, listening to the ringing that nobody hears.
(still unfinished)
--at loss for words.


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