there's no clock in the forest

Pretend, for example, that you were born in Chicago and have never had the remotest desire to visit Hong Kong, which is only a name on a map for you; pretend that some convulsion, sometimes called accident, throws you into connection with a man or a woman who lives in Hong Kong; and that you fall in love. Hong Kong will immediately cease to be a name and become the center of your life. And you may never know how many people live in Hong Kong. But you will know that one man or one woman lives there without whom you cannot live. And this is how our lives are changed, and this is how we are redeemed.

The Angel of Death, sculpture of a funeral gondola, Venice Photo by Paolo Monti, 1951

the narrative: *starts the third act by repeating a scene from the first act but now it has a totally different context*