the days are just the same everywhere:
and this is the final sequence of the movie.
birds chirping and cars passing and you already know the rest, thoughts consuming and scarring the brain surface as the needle used to do to old overtly listened records a long time ago.
apparently stuck in the same locked grove as you probably are, yet sitting and smoking and putting up a face.
the finale where nothing keeps happening, me happening less than the nothingness, yet doing the aforementioned and digging the colors.
" And we will only notice the play of the world for a moment,
Then let it roll on, the way the world rolls on" (x)