Through the window of an airliner, in the distance, the sillouete of a country emerges, standing out in the bright sunlight of the background. There emerges a young, cold man. How do you remain anonymous, yet remain true to yourself? Be a stranger to yourself and move on when life is just a game and people-only shadows slip your way, as you yourself, and where the truth lies behind the human ego. We are surrounded by the artificial world, that we ourselves conceived long ago.
