"Before you a life is surging, a life deprived of words and shorn of the living spectrum of colors - the gray, soundless, the bleak and dismal life... it is terrifying to see, but it is the movement of shadows, only of shadows. (...) it speeds right at you - watch out! It seems as though it will plunge into the darkness in which you sit, turning you into a ripped sack full of lacerated flesh and (...)" - Maxim Gorky
A young woman with her arms listless by her side eyes a young man walking briskly, purposefully, by, head slightly bowed, almost intent on not noticing. She turns her back on him and allows her head to droop as she turns towards an older couple cavorting merrily. Do they foreshadow what could still be? An ironic counter point? Or are they moving towards their own past in this counterclockwise cycle of romance?