Once again, we have the idea that life is kind of a loop. We repeat our actions and our emotions and our feelings are sort of cosmic. A man waits by the side of the road, standing by his Plymouth, drinking a bottle of soda. A woman drives up and talks to him. She is looking for "Lots of love." She is fixated on his bottle cap and other littering stuff. She hands him a box, wrapped up in strapping tape, like it has been damaged. They throw the box into a trunk full of similar boxes. Draw your own collusions.
Review of Love, Lots of It
