There, beyond the mists, where there is no place for longing
Autumn sunset over the lake and trees with almost no leaves
The light is at the end of the path no matter what
The twigs are already bare and there are no leaves on them
Monkeys have become like people, or people like monkeys. There are no differences if you put on sneakers, glasses and give a tape recorder in furry paws
What would our earth look like if there were no atmosphere