My eyes are but a child's eyes, my mind a child's mind. I see what I know I will see, and I assume what I know is the truth. Qu'est-ce que c'est ca, la verite? Est-ce qu'il y a une verite? Probablement pas. Mais non. La verite c'est ca: il y a les mots, et il y a les objets. D'accord, c'est a la verite que je commence mes journees. But they are not simply my own travels, he, too, wishes to leave this house. He journeys through me, directing my path--guiding me that he should guide himself.

Je danse parce-que la realizateur veux que je danse, mais il aussi voit seulement un petit peu du monde. ???????????????????????????????We will not understand. Nous ne comprennons jamais. ???????I must leave my mother's home. Il faut que je quitte la maison de ma mere. ?????

Nous sommes les enfants. Cruel, twisted in innocence, children flail in their nightmared sleep, propelled by a moving sidewalk. One day we will wake. I am off. I leave this behind, though I never truly can. I will try to understand, even though I cannot. He will try to understand, even though he cannot. And then?

And then.