a common suffering made separate with distance; pinudas without free-flowing water and me without regular electricity. divided in neatly drawn lives, reaching out for the only succour we know. cruel summers, cold-hearted winters--braving years, weather and time. desires drowned in the waiting, restless at being awakened. chipping away fragments of memories to remind us of ourselves. the ticking heart clocks its motions, finally it lays to rest.