Window in a window through a glass through glass. The space in-between my beating heart and the next. So far that the echo of the thud thud thud doesn’t reach, so far that they seem to recede into the hot pavement. Pixels breaking up skin and clothes and facial features. So far that it feels like they’re on another planet - like those first images of Mars. Lifeless and fragmented, dark concrete in place of red sand. Might as well be an alien world, might as well be those vast distances of space. Might as well be a machine powered by batteries and the sun cold metal. surveying an empty landscape, mining for signs of life. alone.