There is a moon. There are dark clouds. There is a bench. A wooden bench. It has been standing here for over sixty years. It is a beautiful bench. There is no elderly man sitting on the bench. Instead, there is a young man. He has been sitting on this bench for six days. And when one life ends, another comes along from somewhere else.

I know that you know what I cannot know. But I know what you cannot know. And I know that it is always like this and that this knowledge connects us.