There is so much love in the world, John, so much love. And there is death. Maybe mostly death at the moment. People are dying in the streets because they miss each other, miss love, miss closeness. Look – I'm forgetting something. I have… I have a note about you. It says "the lovers met" and I can't read my own note. I make a note and I can't read it. It's an important note. An old note. The disorder of the world? You and Elena. It's all connected some how, it's all connected.
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