Melodie cupe emergono dal sottosuolo, dalle cantine buie e dai meandri più oscuri delle anime tormentate. Suoni quasi inaudibili dall’orecchio comune, che
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Macbeth or Birdman?