"My childhood was tree-lined streets, the milkman, building backyard
forts, droning airplanes, blue skies, picket fences, green grass. cherry
trees. It was a dream world -- Middle America as it's supposed to be. But
on the cherry tree, there's this pitch oozing out-some black some yellow,
and millions of red ants crawling
all over. I discovered that if one looks a little closer at this beautiful
world, there's always red ants underneath."
--David Lynch