1900

Why the hell don't you get off?
Just once? One time?
See the world for yourself with your own eyes?
You ever think about it?
You could do anything you wanted to.
Why not?
God knows you can't spend the rest of your life traveling back and forth like some yo-yo.
The world is out there.
Nothing but a gangplank to cross.
And what's a gangplank? A few stupid steps.
Christ, everything is waiting at the bottom of those steps
Why don't you just do it, one time?
Why don't you just get off?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
I think land people waste a lot of time wondering why.
Winter comes and you can't wait for summer.
Summer comes and you live in dread of winter.
That's way you never tire of traveling.
Always chasing someplace far away.
where it's always summer.
Doesn't sound like a good bet to me.

It's everything I leave behind Until a few years ago I know only my field.
The world for me started and ended there in that little piece of the land.
Maybe you can't understand but--

I understand perfectly.
I know someone went through something very similar.
But he ended up alone too.
Then he is more lucky than me.
And it's for her that I decide one day to fight against my bad luck and travel all over without a destination.
And then one day when I go through one of the many towns I never see before.
I come to a hill.
And then I see the most beautiful thing in my life.
The sea.
I never see it before.
It was like lightning hit me.
Because I hear the voice.
The voice of the sea?
Yeah, the voice of the sea.
The voice of the sea it is like a shout.
A shout big and strong screaming and screaming.
And the thing it was screaming was: life is immense can you understand that?
Immense.
I never think of it that way.
A revolution was in my head.
That's how I suddenly decide to change my life to start fresh.
Change life. Start fresh.

I'm getting off this ship。
I've got to see something down there.
The ocean.
But from here.
I want to see it from there.
It's not the same thing at all.
From land, you can hear its voice.
You don't hear that from a ship.
Its voice.
It's like a big scream telling you that life is immense.
Once you've heard it, then you know what you have to do to go on living.
I could stay here forever.
But the ocean would never tell me a thing.
But if I get off live on land for a couple of years 0then I'll be normal just like the others.
Then maybe one day,
I'll make it to the coast look up, see the ocean and hear it scream.

We'll watch the fireworks from the pier then we'll start from scratch.
Sometimes that's the way you have to do it.
You go right back to the beginning.
All that city,
You just couldn't see an end to it.
The end-- please?
You please just show me where it ends?
It wasn't what I saw that stopped me.
It was what I didn't see.
Understand?
What I didnt' see,
In all that srawling city there was everything except an end.
There was no end.
What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end.
The end of the world.
You take a piano.
Keys begin.
The keys end.
You know there are 88 of them.
Nobody can tell you any different.
They are not infinite.
You are infinite.
And on those keys the music that you can make is infinite.
I like that.
That I can live by.
You get me up on that gangway and you roll out in front of me a keyboard of millions and billions of keys that never end and that's the truth that they never end.
That keyboard is infinite.
And if that keyboard is infinite then there is no music you can play.
You're sitting on the wrong bench.
That's God's piano.
Christ, did you see the streets? Just the streets.
There were thousands of them.
How do you do it down there?
How do you choose just one?
One house.
One piece of land to call your own one landscape to look at one way to die?
All that world just weighing down on you.
You don't even know where it comes to an end.
I mean, aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it?
At the enormity of living it?
And the world passed me by.
You played out your happiness but on a piano that was not infinite
I learned to live that way.
Land?
Land is a ship too big for me
It's a woman too beautiful.
It's a voyage too long perfume too strong.
It's music I don't know how to make.
At best,
I can step off my life.
After all.
I don't exist for anyone.