I walked along the coral surface of the earth. The pale golden sand on its reliefs shimmered under the glare of the sun. Nobody was around. In my hand I turned a small shell. "Where are my relatives?" – I thought. And then it shook me. I'm in the future. They have been gone for four thousand years! And their image crumbled before their eyes in dust. Four thousand.. So much.. But only contrast shows the boundaries visible to us.. The world was and is not him. Yearning. Humble longing. Out of things, not to cities, not travel, but for your favorite people..
The world is unsteady like sand, flying down between the fingers..