| Juanita: | The previous poem was a tad morbid, wouldn't you say? |
| Ella: | Well, didn't the author turn 50 in 2005? A lot of people reflect on death at that age. |
| Jack: | (frustrated) I don't care about the author. This poem stinks of nihilism – it's that simple! |
| Shu: | (shrugging his shoulders) I see it differently: perhaps the author is brave enough to acknowledge his own insignificance. In that sense it is almost Buddhist. Not surprising: most of his life was in Japan. |
| Ella: | (shaking her head in disbelief) Do we need ideological labels? A poem is just a poem. . . . |