Maria’s last day of class marks the start of a journey: she’ll cross Mexico but doesn’t really know why. What she does know is that this isn’t a fun trip; she knows it’s not something to write home about, it’s something else, it’s a journey that began in the depth of her dreams and in her broken heart“时间,我有很多的时间,无尽的时间一开始只有疯狂,然后是启示,然后又是疯狂,但或许这是好事,我看到了时间的生命,合法我见证着时间悲凉的那一面,我陷入了沉思,我有活过吗?我只是其他人故事中的物件吗?我就仅此而已?这点能改变吗?我有很是多的时间,却没有答案,没有意义的时间就像是监牢,我看到了永恒的思想,或是神的思想,但我只找到了沉寂”。