Er overlijden de afgelopen weken wel erg veel jonge mensen tijdens het paardrijden. Ongelofelijk verdrietig.
Fog on her glasses, From the still steaming tea, A book in her hand, As she casually reads. A catch in her breath, As the Climax grows near, She's deaf to the world : The book's all she can hear. She's completely lost now, or perhaps she is found, In this strange paper world That's far from the ground.