Labyrinth
I love the movie Apocalypse Now. And when I read the book that inspired the film I saw images of a dark and unknown jungle.
“The river. Sleepless. Crowded with memories of men and ships. Hunters for gold and pursuers of fame. What greatness has not flowed on the ebb of that great river, into a mystery of an unknown earth?
The dreams of men, the seeds of commonwealths, the germs of empires
The river is black tonight my friends, look, it seems to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.”
I love the movie Apocalypse Now. And when I read the book that inspired the film I saw images of a dark and unknown jungle.
“The river. Sleepless. Crowded with memories of men and ships. Hunters for gold and pursuers of fame. What greatness has not flowed on the ebb of that great river, into a mystery of an unknown earth?
The dreams of men, the seeds of commonwealths, the germs of empires
The river is black tonight my friends, look, it seems to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.”
I love the movie Apocalypse Now. And when I read the book that inspired the film I saw images of a dark and unknown jungle.
“The river. Sleepless. Crowded with memories of men and ships. Hunters for gold and pursuers of fame. What greatness has not flowed on the ebb of that great river, into a mystery of an unknown earth?
The dreams of men, the seeds of commonwealths, the germs of empires
The river is black tonight my friends, look, it seems to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.”