Sacrifice by Andrei Tarkovsky

Words, looking out of the window, were helplessly striving for help. They looked among one another to pick up the one; best to nominate the spectacle. One, named “Disaster” came up; yet the rest deemed him far feeble for what they had been spectating. One else, called ”Oblivion” took the helm and asked the rest to call for ”Contemplation” ‘s opinion. The nodding rest, hence looking absent-mindedly at one another, not calling her; just sat there as the spectacle bided, no one beholding it anymore except for ”Oblivion” -failing to recall why the others were no more beholding the spectacle- and ”Disaster” -shouting in distress. No one could hear him as to his feebleness.

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