75% Questions.
That's what this entire script was. A really big strange poem about love with a bunch of *beep* questions. What the *beep* Malick.
shareI have yet to see it -- but off the top of my head.. isnt that what love is? A life full of a long endless series of questions?
Do I really love this person? Does this person really love me? Did I ever really love this person? Have I stopped loving this person? Will I even love anyone else? Will anyone else ever love me? Is this really what love is? Is this really true love or did I just settle for someone I thought I loved? It goes on forever and ever hombre..
"Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, to be stuck inside of mobile
with the memphis blues again"