I remembered my mobile phone. I have a few seconds left. Who will I call? What will I say? I thought about everything that people ever say to each other, and how everyone will die-someone through a millisecond, someone in a few days, or months, or 76.5 years, if he was only born. All born is doomed to death, which means that our lives are like skyscrapers. Smoke rises at different speeds, but everyone is burning, and we are in a trap.
The narrator reflects on the fleeting nature of life and the inevitability of death after suddenly remembering their mobile phone. With only seconds to decide whom to call, they are overwhelmed by the weight of human connections and the finality of existence. This moment forces them to contemplate the conversations people have and the transient nature of those interactions.
This introspection leads to a profound realization: everyone faces their mortality at different times. Life is likened to towering skyscrapers, where smoke represents lifespan, rising at varying rates. Ultimately, the narrative conveys that while we may seem to be living independently, we are all trapped in the same fate of mortality, highlighting the urgency and significance of our relationships.
