The feeling when you could never leave something no matter what. The feeling when you’ve finally found yourself, where you belong. You were never confused.
Every music play was a unique one. The keyboard has 88 piano keys. That is not infinite. But you are infinite. You can play an infinite number of songs on that 88 keys. It’s beautiful.
For every black key, there is a universe. And that universe never runs out of another billion stars. There is always a new journey. For every white there is the future, and that it is already written, in the prophecy, what will be next.
But just like the oceans. It has the ends, the shore, but you can never stop floating as long as it’s there.
You’ve found a reason for a reason. Your heart smiles so differently huh? The way that every single one of us is unique. But we are only one.
You will never stop looking at the seas, and there is no reason to stop.
The Legend of 1900.
- You’re an impostor, Tim Roth, you’re not a Hollywood superstar at all.
- Well, it’s you guys who create all that star bullshit,” he states breezily, “you invent entire personas based on lies. I mean, who gives a shit what I have to say? Nobody should give a shit about what I have to say. But it helps the movies, and I quite enjoy it because I get to travel, but that’s it. All my life is about keeping going, being an actor and having a family — all part of the same travelling show.
Sky Magazine—Blood Pressure—May 1995