What light is light if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think that she is by and feed upon the shadow of perfection. Except I be by Silvia in the night…there is no music in the nightingale. Unless I look on Silvia in the day…
This film is so fucking long even for Martin, and like a documentary with that narration. In the end, all of them are either getting older or whacked, but money still flows back to home, it kinds remind me of that phrase "Money is a bitch that never sleeps."