Make an island

Ever­y­thing a lie. Ever­y­thing you hear, ever­y­thing you see. So much to spew out. They just keep coming, one after ano­ther. You’­re in a box. A moving box. They want you dead, or in their lie… Only one thing a man can do – find some­thing that’s his, make an island for himself.
(The Thin Red Line)