In 1836, after five years circumnavigating the globe, Charles Darwin arrived at the Cape of Good Hope on Africa’s southern peninsula. On the morning of the 1st of June he was taken ashore with his valet.

Darwin was never seen again.

Of all there are.

Have been, Will be.
Of all this, Noise.

These hands, with bodies.
That loose their heads.

The tide of life’s lost shape,
Picked clean by ambition.

Now and forever we shades of lost quick, Youth.
To begin anew on rented hours.

For the cool charm of phantom illusion,
These lethal dreams; Fate hates us.

– Voice over script