Ghosts in the photograph
never lied to me.


I'd be all of that.
I'd be all of that.


A false memory
would be everything.
A denial my eliminent.


What was that for?
What was that for?


What would you do
if you saw spaceships

over Glasgow?
Would you fear them?


Every aircraft,
every camera,
is a wish that

wasn't granted.

What was that for?

What was that for?

Try to be bad.

Try to be bad.