A damp October evening. Now it is getting really autumnal - but pleasantly so. After the shock of the end of summer one can appreciate the drawing in of nights, cosiness, the falling of leaves.
And as the curtain falls on a musical evening of a consummate artisan - traversing themes from joy, art, longing, despair, politics, resignation and hope - two figures make their way into the night. Conversation is polite, but not committing. Edging their way through crowds, jostling, unclear where the destination is, obstructions in the way.
They finally make their way to the car park. Eyes and heads heavy. Waiting. No movement. No war, but no peace either. The pulsing tension increases, biliousness rises. The inevitable must happen.
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