Sometimes I wonder why I always debark on locations like this (above), when only the clock runs to fast away in to the vast night. "they all look like human beeings more or less."
Are we (i mean us mediocre hyperboreans) the todays version of these guys there ?
What  did prevent them from cutting their hair ? Are we like them ?
I dont know. But its not important, i have to write music for my helicopter.