
We will fail.
We will lose.
But somehow, we aren’t lesser for it
Cinematic Passion & Perspective
Five films in, and the franchise has finally figured things out. They trick is less impossible; more mission.
A song that should be sung with the most intricate of harmonics is curiously only using three chords.
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door
We all want a taste of the finer things. Few are willing to work for it; many are willing to hustle for it.