Life is immense. The land is too big a ship. Nevertheless you can only hear the sea from the land. And the music of the land is surely God's music, but definitely not God's Solo. There's still so many strings one may touch. We were not born on a ship and won't end here anyway.
From Brazil to this, from govt. to corporation, from grey to color, from 1984 and Kafka to modern neon chaos...the evolution and repetition of Terry Guilliam.