Winter approaching, and don't you sometimes fantasize of hibernation, a deep sleep to rescue you from the torment of dark freezing mornings? But shorter days and falling leaves mean little to the fossilised forest; in short, you must go on without talking too much as complaints will not be tolerated.

They walked alone again, in a mist that tasted like iron. Strong winds and merciless sunlight had polished their skin, hardened their features, made their hearts more difficult to reach. Determined to forget, their chosen paths leading to opposite directions- backs turned and therefore not destined to clash, though the earth is round and all roads may converge if followed for sufficient time.

Thus spoke unyielding optimism. In reality, we all know roads rarely converge- our lives are simply not long enough. After a while, you must be naive not to get the message, you must be blind not to see the obvious, I told her, yet she looked through me as if I was invisible. So I began to wonder, who is the prisoner here, and who's the guard? Could reason be paving the way for emotion or is rationality just another evolutionary flaw?