I received the paper while taking a closer observation of him. His eyes looked way too serious behind a pair of light glasses with dark frames. The chill extended to a temperature of minus zero. I felt nakedly cold. Soon, the room expanded. It became too big, too empty, had too many shapes and the shapes changed too much. Its quiet was all terrifyingly uncomfortable. And nothing was comforting. In fact, there was nothing, nothing on the walls and nothing in the space between me and him. Only a light that was too bright and too close; a projector that was too far, too new and too singular on a long desk dominating the room.