# like sunday afternoon at home in many ways a study in boredom where life is basically held in statis made explicit as the last shot is the same as the first in which one is lying down blowing smoke rings and despite claims that tomorrow will be different it seems one is just deluding oneself andor that self itself is delusion alone and isolated in a flat in east cheam one has plenty of dreams but realty itself appears to lacks the drive to make any of them anything more than a persistant and dreary virtual realty // republic of bob