bleak hospice yards circled by barbed wire fences, peopled by horribly disfigured lepers endlessly stumbling through the damp and the wet, herded about by harridans in Mother Teresa saris
a stadium in the middle of nowhere filled with bizarre sideshow freaks and stalls selling rancid food and shiny gadgets that don't work, all overseen by a crew of evil children
a spaceship landing on a distant world where reality is shaped by imagination, the crew's Utopian endeavour, the fate of the one crewmember who flees this world, and why...
I don't know. I just don't dream like the people in Nolan's universe.
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