That bike of yours is going to get you killed one day.
Oh, probably, but I left it behind at the Plaza.
Come on, there’s no time.
Where are we going?
Run faster, you can fly, can’t you.
That’s what happens when people get old.
But you can’t go. You can’t.
It’s inevitable. You know that.
Couldn’t somebody else die?
No, it has to be me.
But I don’t have anybody else!
“…That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here…”
What took you so long?
I bought you something. I know you’ll like it.
What is it?
Open it.
Wow. Wow!
You do like it, don’t you?
I didn’t do it! I’m telling you.
No. I saw you. You killed her.
I didn’t! I didn’t!
But you have blood on your hands. Look.
“…In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
And I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here…”
We have a long way to go.
Isn’t it amazing?
Oh yeah, we have to do this more often.
These places are like out of Heaven or something.
Yeah we have to take a lot of photos.
Damn, I forgot the cam.
I guess we’ll just have to draw them then.
I’m sorry, but nobody survived.
What? But…No, you’re lying.
We’ve identified the bodies. I’m sorry.
No, I heard them saying they were ok.
They went away.
Where are they? I want to see them.
“…Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here…”
I missed you. A lot.
I missed you too.
But now it’s going to be alright again, right?
Of course, it is.
Why are you crying?
It hurts so much.
I know, it hurts me too.
Then why are you doing this?
I don’t want to, but I have to.
No! Don’t’ leave me! I love you!
“…It’s only a dream...”
“…only a dream…”
Author’s Note: In Chippewa culture, a dreamcatcher is a handmade object based on a willow hoop, on which is woven a loose net or web. It is then decorated with personal and sacred items like feathers, and beads. The earliest dreamcatchers, commonly called “Sacred Hoops”, were crafted by parents to protect their children from nightmares. Newborns were given charms that were woven in the form of spider webs to protect their dreams so their innocence would not be harmed by the tricksters of the night.
Good dreams slip through the web in the night, and the bad dreams become caught in the web and are perished by morning light.
Lyrics : How To Disappear Completely - Radiohead
