One character said to the other, "We all die alone."
It might be the same.
Regardless, there is fog on the window that I look through to the outside. Cars, lights, people, and their corresponding sounds and smells are muted and blurred. It's too bad too. There is much beauty within these asphalt strewn streets. Too much of it is hidden. Hidden by those that would otherwise see it, and also by those that may even possess it. Instead, they act as though the water falling from the sky is their enemy. They attach misery to it; as if Nature herself were tormenting them. Perhaps she is. Maybe it was meant to be. -But if it is, so what? We all must endure. And in the end, we all must die.