Actors keep on acting people keep on clapping they all hang their heads they all hang their heads in sorrow. in utopia. when all the money burns in sorrow, in utopia the beggar receives no money from the man in a suit he's just another poor man dressed in a suit he can't stop world hunger on his way to work on his way to ruin let us rest at the woodland cemetery our silent film a vast ocean of nothing will everything continue without us?