He runs, and runs, and runs, but he cannot catch up with his opponent. He loses the race; it was against all laws of the world for him to win. It was not possible. Then his opponent turns around to go the other way, to race in the other direction, and he smiles. This time he will win. He runs, and his opponent cannot catch up with him. He wins the race. It was against all laws of the world for him to lose. It was not possible. As time goes on from afternoon to evening, he wins and loses by more and more until he gives up, and leaves. It was almost as if he disappeared.
She imitates her, can do her every move. She twirls and jumps to the music, making graceful moves, slow and fast with her partner. She's not a second late, she's perfectly in sync with her partner, doing the same moves at the same moments. She moves about the room, she's on the right, the left, in front, back behind... she never tires, she never cracks a smile or frowns, her eyes are fixed on nothing. She spins and twirls, and finishes the dance. She follows her partner out of the room, and then she's gone.
