Isaac: I’ll punch his car! Miria: But you’ll break your hand! Isaac: Yes, well… then I’ll hit the driver! Miria: But how will you get him out? Isaac: Uh… aha! I’ll spit on his car! Miria: That’s perfect!
Cast aside the illusion that there is a beginning and end to the story. The story has no beginning. And it has no end. All there is, is a performance of people connecting, living, influencing each other, and departing.