Earth. With its dizzying speed of rotation around the Sun measured in hours per kilometer about a hundred and eighty thousand! Outside. The invisible chorion is the space with its frozen tongues that licks off the thickest skin off anyones’ loopy face heartwarming two hundred and seventy Celsius – breath! in airless minus… And here she comes into the scene, the Woman, in fact: the second Sun – as a wayfarer as a strange binded meteorite – swinging through the kitchen – above the hot pan, starts talking about sustainability and livelihood: „I want to be safe!” /– so do I honey…/ 0215 2021 L’ambrus