"…was the kind of person who liked to sit alone in his room reading books or listening to music, and he was terrible at sports. Awkward with strangers, he rarely made friends."- Haruki Murakami
Radio: Garrison already decimated by the Vietcong, who lost 115 of their men...
Woman: It's awful, isn't it, it's so anonymous
Man: What is?
Woman: They say 115 guerrillas, yet it doesn't mean anything because we don't know anything about these men, who they are, whether they love a woman, or have children, if they prefer the cinema to the theater. We know nothing. They just say...115 dead.
- Jean-Luc Godard, Pierrot le Fou