Silence like other

            What is there into his eyes? Down into his eyes there is a corridor with no meaning at all. A subtle feeling of correctness and order clinged to his mind whereas his heart knew that there were no objects in that place to be neither ordered nor correct. "What does it mean?"  he asked his own fruitful mind. For that no humanity inhabitted that setting, the absence took one step forward and told him that at least there were doors. "What could be better than doors when there is nothing else?" He thought. It lasted more two hours for his mind to notice he didnt need anyone else owing to the presence of the non-said: the silence which made the corridor looks crowded. However, it lasted more two hours for his mind to notice he was too much for himself and silence. Thus, he needed someone.