I enjoy walking on the end of the lines and their (unbearable) lightness dimensions (because actually I am on the colours side).  Like a child playing with the dolls, I can imagine many more stories including the past, present and future of human race (also Western and Eastern) in this (hardcore lonely) painting alone.  Ones of the kind may be the DADA of all of the world, or in the opposite, the DADA-DADA (DADA of DADA) as well.