Plans disappear, dreams take over. But wherever I go there you are. My luck, my fate, my fortune...inevitable.
Who exactly writes those things?
Why the elocution that accents the words like it's a play at the Old Vic?
Where's the direction by Joe Wright?
Something doesn't mesh...
"don’t mourn your luck that’s failing now,
work gone wrong, your plans all proving deceptive
—don’t mourn them uselessly"*.
* excerpt from the poem "The God Abandonds Antony" (1911) by C.Cavafy, translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard