--- W A X W E B --- { 19:07 / 1:25:00 } --- { Horizon : Couche de Soleil } ---

A l'intérieur des cibles, je pressentais des âmes.

J'abandonnais mon ancien moi.

	We see what the hillside immeuble sees...across Deseret to the blanc Antarctic Sands.. in the near distance a little dust-devil gathers, perhaps getting ready to go to work at the telephone company, where it will talk to puzzled customers ("who's there? You who?) or ring empty phonebooths for 8-10 hours straight... low paying, unsatisfying work.

19:07

We see what the hillside building sees...across Deseret to the white Antarctic Sands.. in the near distance a little dust-devil gathers, perhaps getting ready to go to work at the telephone company, where it will talk to puzzled customers ("who's there? You who?) or ring empty phonebooths for 8-10 hours straight... low paying, unsatisfying work.