Winter Tbilisi. Night Tbilisi. The streets are empty, accompanied by the sound of "She's here" coming from your car's speakers. You stop at a traffic light and suddenly ask the person sitting next to you: "What do you see?"
Someone else would have answered, "Empty street, there is a red light at the traffic light, stray dogs are running here and there, why are you asking me?". However, she answers me: "What I see and I noticed now, the traffic light had diode lighting, that is, dozens of small lamps glow red in one light, and as a photography lover, I can tell you that everything is very contrasting with the attached fog, the street is empty but still moving, cold animals are lying near the sewage well, the lights seem to be lit randomly in the housings... it reminds me of something. s... hmm! Tetris! As if they were stacked on top of each other like Tetris bricks. The red mini-lights lit on the bus stop signs seem to be an echo of the traffic lights and add character and color to the long street. You see that drunk man, he also has a house, he just doesn't know it yet. It's cold everywhere on this street, except for us, we are warm, it's cold outside. Here is another contrast, not with colors, but with temperature.
I am alone in the car. The person sitting next to me is not here, she is not here, the loudspeakers are still blaring "She is here", but she is not here. I am here, although if I saw someone else at that time, even that drunken man from the street, he would say about me that he is here, that is, I am here and he is here at the same time.