... and what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling trail of images and emotions until all you can remember is a name.


Bright Lights, Big City (1984)


And what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling...

And what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling...

And what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling...

And what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling...