"They stand there. And the shadows all point the same way. That's something I've noticed. The shadows all point the same way, and they stand there. That is all. How I ever got mixed up in this darned business is far beyond me; whether it was all the fates all weighing heavily right here, down the end of the road, I don't rightly know. All I know is that they stand there, and the shadows all point the same way.
I guess you must think I'm a bit soft in the 'ead, gettin' all fixated on these darned concrete posts and everything. I mean, these three posts have got to be the most boring thing in the world, haven't they? I mean, they're so boring, they just disappear, don't they? You kind of just block them out of your mind when you're going down the shops, don't you, maybe so you don't have to see how utterly miserable these things are. You know they're there, but you can't see 'em. Funny.
Well, so long as I stand here, I make one of them. My shadow points the same way, doesn't it? And, you know, your shadow points the same way too..."
Transcript of an interview with the old woman down the end of the street, from which nobody ever comes back.