"As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;/ They kill us for their sport,"
-----"King Lear", Shakespeare
In the Grey (2026) ☆☆(2/4): Guy Ritchie on autopilot
13 hours ago
Memory is fleeting. And so we try to capture the past and the present. A face in a crowd, the light of the moon. Things one cannot hold on to.
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