Disse mennene kan være redningen, men i det siste har en av dem plaget meg. Kvart over åtte om morgenen blinker han til meg mens jeg ser pensumfilmene. Distraherende.
Han her imidlertid, var bare skjønn i vårsola.
”Last night I was in the Kingdom of Shadows. If you only knew how strange it is to be there. It is a world without sound, without colour. Everything there – the earth, the trees, the people, the water and the air – is dipped in monotonous grey. Grey rays of the sun across the grey sky, grey eyes in grey faces, and the leaves of the trees are ashen grey. It is not life but its shadows, it is not motion but it is soundless spectre.” Maxim Gorkij.