No warning sign, no alibi, only clouds to lift me up.

It's kinda... weird. All that I'm into seems like a... road, an endless road I'm passing by. And that's the most... very thing of it all. The whole... essence. I'm just a passenger here, the kind of like excuse-me-sir in the does-that-road-lead-to-real-life situation. It's not 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds' anymore. I'd say that it is pretty much of a "no warning sign, no alibi".

-Somebody help me get off these clouds.

-I'm on the cloud right underneath yours, watching you.

-Come up here.

-Help me.

-Umm... You just make me feel so... accomplished and... I'm so happy I've met you because you're just making me happy enough to keep running for days and days and days, and not get tired.

-I'm here! And now what?

-And now... what?

-I'll tell you what. Can you take a photo?

-From where I'm laying?

-You fell off your cloud that easily?

-Oh... Umm... I've already taken like billions of pictures of you.

-I don't mean myself. Everything except... myself.

-Why?

-Because... now you see the sky... and the clouds. Elements so natural and pure. So objectively meaningless. But if you take a picture of me here, I do mean something. I do have a value. I'm not abundant like the sky and the clouds are. So when you won't have something to think about, you'll bring that picture in your mind and, when this very picture will mean nothing to everyone else, it will mean thousands to you. Because it's your picture, your unique moment that will never be again, for which reason you decided to capture it. Nobody will know that you had been with me on that day, but you will. It'll be a memory you'll need a minute, or maybe two, to remember. Your own very special, one minute holiday.

-Okay. Picture taken.

-Now?

-Now?

-Now let's press the pause button...