I had prepared a speech, but no one was going to hear it.

…Seeing now beyond the vapour. Beyond the distant wind sweeping twilight sounds across the tarnished concrete plaza, emblazoned palm trees from a shot panning out.

In a blur of recurring gestures, the object on the brink of disappearance becomes completely lost in the multiplication of detail and the sliding motion of the passenger side window.

At the sound of the second buzzer the experiment would begin.