Here.

Ah.. who can forget the nubile Jenny? freed of pecksniff folkways-to-come ... in the serene Walkabout
..nor the leitmotif set via A. E. Housman's excerpt (from A Shropshire Lad )
(Nicolas Roeg, Director, died recently RIP.)

Into my heart an air that kills,
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went,
And cannot come again.

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I wonder if we'll see such Artistry again ..subsequent to the now Techno-fully-intermingled/algorithm-decided 'visuals' du This jour ... ...

[Never mind that the pic is from Logan's Run..] interesting but ..Walkabout cannot come again.