Synopsis
After you died I sometimes watched old men in the street, the kind who just waste their time, drifting rather than always rushing somewhere. Were you afraid of this loneliness? Were you afraid of being alone with yourself? Perhaps I imagine you are alone with yourself now. You had built up and secured everything you needed for the twilight years of your life that you ended up never having. What is left? A few memories and a feeling that you and me had a lot in common...
