Time is violent and tender. It accentuates lasting colors. The struggle transpires for survival. Struggle after the mourning. The chess pieces are Discord and Friendship. He and she are battling across each other. The detachment lies in the level of feelings as well as in the level of ideas. The game is fast, the moves resemble electrical discharges, brief pauses create the need for answers. Life or death? A question that leads to many others, or many questions that lead to one?