"I want to show you a photograph."
She got her glasses, sat down next to me.
"This is what great photography looks like."
"Why?" she asked, after a pause.
"Well, look at it. The lonliness. The disconnection. The only connection between them is the unbearable weight they're carrying inside of them."
A longer pause. I continue: "In a moment they'll have disappeared, slipped out of view, into the mist, never to be seen again. This photo, where you see so little, says so much."
"I just can't do that," she said, "seeing such a big story. I see Gorbachev, Carry Grant, and Sherlock Holmes.