I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?
the classic western music accompaniment, narrative pattern and character presentation make this a perfectly classic spaghetti western. which makes me love Quentin even more hia hia.