Two strangers acquainted over a span of time. Together, but apart in the common sense because there is a separation that every man must endure. He is not whole — as if something is missing, a rib perhaps. He contemplates his insecurities often but can lose all sapien traits at the flicker of a candle flame. He can has the ability to steal, murder, and rape, but also has the capacity to sacrifice his own life for another. He is a walking contradiction, a puzzle to himself. So what is it that drives him to do what he doesn’t desire? Is he merely several ounces of soul inside a dying shell?
Two strangers met over a series of events. All had to work harmoniously with each other like fine gears in a gearbox. Now, they can’t see this — the innerworkings and architect. They begin to exchange pieces of themselves, hoping that they’d learn more about themselves, and rejuvenated by the way their bodies respond to the other. Each pair of eyes have been gifted with an uncommon prescription and hue, so no two can perceive identically. ”What do you see?”. One tries to get behind the spectacles of the other. It’s no use. They can’t see eye to eye. Perhaps both suffer from myopia. And maybe distance from each other is what they need to see things clearly.