The winds come, and the winds blow through the space between us; we are cut off and separated out, and there is an expanding desert between us, and worlds over worlds between us. I call and shout to you, you call and shout to me; and neither of us can cross the gulf between us; for I am trapped over here, you are trapped over there: we are blind and deaf to one another, and we can only see the vast spaces between us. Thus are all of us in this city, each living surrounded by a vast desert: we think we live close to one another but there are worlds and worlds between us, expanding deserts and fields between us, vast seas between us; and the winds blow and blow between us, making us aware of the vastness between us. I am not aware of the thing that is you, but of certain results of your being here, your footprints or an image reflected through a hundred distorting mirrors; and you are not aware of the thing that is me, but a strange series of painted masks.