Mufflers and words. Civilization keeps moving on and isolation is separated from stillness. Motor bikes roar in their thousands on the streets; thousands of riders sit in their saddles in a single space and time, but with destinies and dreams that have no connection.

So, too, with words. In my head, on my identity card, in the cellphone in my pocket and on the billboards demanding our attention, sentences are lined up, sometimes responding to each