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The Lonely Island


You wake up surrounded by trees. The birds are chirping in an exotic way and you have no idea where you are. 

Sudden memory flashes. Dancing on a roulette table.. a big cigar.. absurdly laughing blurry faces... THEN - models on a catwalk marching in the rhythm of gunfire, hard and fast, blank faces, flashing lights - an airplane, pizza, and a high pitched scream.

You are on a platform high up. Surrounded by trees. Waves. You are in nature. A naked man beside you, holding on to a rope. He says: "They left us on the island." And swings down. You are alone. 

There should be a sunset, but there is no sunset.