Crossing the desert at 120 km/h, I remember not seeing a single soul for at least an hour before and after I saw this person.
In an alternate universe, I did stop and talk to him:
What's your name ? Why won't you tell me ?
Are you still concerned about the state of the cosmos ?
Where are you going ?
Do you miss your dead wife ?
Your tears mix with the sands ? Did you write a poem about that ?
Oh ya, there's a new world order alright. Why do you ask ?
You mean this one ? Yes it was for you.
You heard right, there is no sound in the nebulae. Why, you heard something ?
Me ? Yes Im heading east.
Thanks, you too.
See you in the next life, brother?