Everything a lie.
Everything you hear, everything you see.
So much to spew out.
They just keep coming, one after another.
You're in a box.
A moving box.
They want you dead.
Or in their lie.
Only one thing a man can do.
Find something that's his.
Make an island for himself.
If I never meet you in this life,
let me feel the lack.
A glance from your eyes,
and my life will be yours.
Terence Malick, The thin red line.
