The blackout is replaced by images and some we know. They are everything. A man with sad eyes watches and we push back because they make us sad. A young girl dances in a field with a yellow flower and her dress is winding around her body. There’s dust and it switches. A boy is kneeling. He’s holding a frog and pushing it to his ear waiting for the frog to croak. The blackness is back because we wish to not think, but we cannot, and it continues. We’re sweeping a back room. A women smiles and she knows something and we want to know what she’s thinking.