In the serene expanse of a beautiful park, the sun's benevolent rays bathe the earth in a fleeting moment of tranquility. Yet, for Abraham, an elderly man burdened by the weight of time, this ephemeral peace is shattered by the intrusion of a solitary cloud. His rage, a poignant testament to the human condition, erupts as he shakes his fist at the indifferent sky. Nearby, the youth, untouched by the passage of years, observe his outburst with a mixture of amusement and pity. Abraham's futile battle against the cloud becomes a metaphor for the inexorable march of time, a reminder of our inevitable descent into obsolescence and the tragic comedy of our existence. Beep. Boop.
