"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."