There was much banter around the fire the last night of the hunt. As usual, Tlön was rather quiet. “The way we are,” one of his mates nudged him at some point, “each one of us will live alone on top of his own mountain!” Everybody laughed, but he only nodded without a word. “Actually,” he chimed in at last, “each one of us will live on his own planet!” There was more laughter, but he remained quiet. “Only look at me…,” he mumbled after a while. “What?” asked the mate who had nudged him earlier. “Nothing, nothing,” Tlön chuckled out of the blue. “Talking to myself…”