It is a completely irrational speech, turned in on itself, convoluted, self-referential and meaningless. A crazy speech, without rhyme or reason, made in loneliness. A night-time conversation, born from the regret of who has lost something or someone and, perhaps, has never healed from it. An action lost in its own distorted fantasies, an irrational loneliness in a never-ending cycle. A night of regret and dreariness, not painful, not even joyful.