بی آغاز و پایان، همواره گریزان از مرکز و ناپایدار، از تمام هویت ها فاصله می گیرد ، کوچک ترین رستگاری را بر نمی تابد. 
She said: Sometimes I think I'm made of metal
He said: Sometimes I think you are only a little bronze statue in the corner of some museum maybe thats why you are cold
And she said: Sometimes, when I sleep on my heart, I can feel my body growing hollow and my skin is like plate. Then, when the blood beats inside me, it's as if someone were calling by knocking on my stomach and I can feel my own copper sound in the bed. It's like- -what do you call it--laminated metal
I would have liked to hear you,he said
And she said: If we find each other sometime, put your ear to my ribs when I sleep on the left side and you'll hear me echoing. I've always wanted you to do it sometime
And she went along the street saying it aloud, as a way of telling the only person who could have understood her
