>Man looks off right. We see only his face, and in silhouette, in order to avoid color, or anything interesting to look at. He speaks.
>”I think I am beginning to understand.”
>Long pan to Girl across a dull, unremarkable gray wall. We also see her face in silhouette. “Understand what?”
>”When I was a boy, living in Rukdahekfiola, I liked to venture out into the woods behind our
house. I don’t know why. Sometimes I would touch the trees. I liked to feel the trees with my hands. With my fingers. One day a famous writer came to town. Well he was famous then,
not so much now. His name was Levin. He was very handsome. Younger then of course. Now, of course, he is older. That is an interesting thing, that he was young then, but now he is older. Do you have a cigarette?”