"At each encounter, 
they imagine a thousand things 
about one another; meetings which could take place between them, converstations, surprises, caresses, bites.

But no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second, then dart away, seeking other eyes, never stopping."

". . . Something runs among them, 
an exchange of glances like lines 
that connect one figure with another 
and draw arrows, stars, triangles . . . "

EXIT