Voice-over, immediately after credits:
"And so, in the age of fable
There appeared on earth
Men armed for extermination"
Almost halfway through, couple flees burning house in b/w:
"They’re horrible here
With their obsession for cutting off heads
It’s amazing that anybody survives"
Near the end, as children sled:
"We consider death two ways
The impossible of the possible
And the possible of the impossible"
‘The state dreams of being one,’ fixate on false beginning, the cruellest mouth, fool’s golden dawn. Before you can sing like a bird, you must learn to sing like a machine. To understand the world is to destroy it, to destroy the world is fate. They fly into place while the oracles sleep, fashioning your eyes into backyard swimming pools. Fate prefers the radio for its memoirs, the TV for its excitements. The death of one is zero. The death of infinity is one.