Everything works in harmony like an orchestra, everyone has their part […] but there will always be an off-key note.

The passage from this “symphony” is meaningful: every morning, a few minutes before eight o’clock, a car with a big engine speeds around a country road confidently cutting the corner. Just a few moments later, on the same corner, a truck overtakes a small vehicle. With perfect timing after a lot of practice, the two drivers greet one another, sounding their horns.

Felsen observes this sequence of events every morning. How can one interrupt the obsessive repetition of this ritual that’s so similar to the repetitious nature of his existence? How could he change what happens? There’s a price to pay for any form of change. In this case, the only way of interfering permanently is to join the game yourself.