Interlude
A man is staring idly out of an airplane window as the plane descends. He seems uninterested and in no rush; he has no purpose where he is going anyway. His improvised travel is inconsequential.
This is new for him. Usually he researches, reads, and plans before traveling — he is the well-prepared type. The organised one. But not this time as he touches down in a place that, in this moment in time, is nothing more than a gap between intentions.
And these are moments in that gap.