A potom v noci, ležel jste, koukal nahoru na nebe, a ta voda ve vaší hlavě... nebyla nepodobná téhle krajině, a vy jste si pomyslel:
And then later that night, you were lying, looking up at the ceiling, and the water in your head... was not dissimilar from the landscape, and you think to yourself, "Why is it that the landscape... is moving,