Your mission is to consume and die young. You are a mercenery. I am Patty Hearst. And this is Vietnam. The quiet American roars "We are voluntary idiots, contentious soldiers of the markets. And I am a hollow man. Like a little humming choir celebrating the God of Profits. Walking on stilts we wobble like Stravinsky. On the harmonic tightropes above our fading star and our fading home. Must you fade so soon? These random clips just stuck together mean nothing in this broken jaw of communication and blinded eyes of how we live. We climb spindly trees to get nowhere and fall to our d**hs. What do you care until you fall too? Draw the curtain forever and live in the shadow. We are all shadows now. This toy of life to play with until it breaks. The stilted dialogue of d**h. And this is how it ends. The film runs out. The drive is full. The motherboard stops. You climb the tree and you fall. There is no more. You climbed to the top but still some things out of reach. And so you fall. Climb as high as you can and whichever way you want, but don't be afraid to fall. Because the answer is underground.