It's like we live in a room and there is a poster on the wall. We staring at it and we think that's the whole world — the room and the poster. The picture is something nice: the landscape, a famous person. Like in that movie... Ohh, what is it called? The prison movie. The room's a cell. And the picture it's different for each of us. It can be beautiful or terrible, we're all transfixed. But it's all a lie. Something to distract us from the truth. They're lying to us. We're lying to ourselves. The room's not the world, the world is much bigger and much stranger. there's a hole hidden behind that poster that leads to the real world. We all feel safe in that room. But sometimes... Sometimes something crawls out from behind the poster. Then the ones that see it happen, freak out and try to forget what they saw.
