All is as if the world did cease to exist. The citys monuments go unseen its past unheard and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers, Upon whom the pale moon gleams; Yet we are the movers and shakers, Of the world forever, it seems.

The sky is full of dreams but you dont know how to fly.

Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. Quote from : Poems of Arthur O'Shaughnessy

I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours Bob Dylan