I wanted to watch it two years ago, but never got the chance. The last time I accidentally talked to E, she said excitedly that she has a DVD, and this movie is her bible. Today, I was with C at her place while drinking a little wine and watching under the covers. Her projector was a little crooked, and with the lights off, it felt like she was in the first row of a movie theater.
The first hour was basically foggy. Suddenly, the twists and turns turned, and I began to seem to understand and not understand, and my mood was agitated. Fate, despair, real and unreal.
It's ridiculous that we watch the play and grieve with the phantoms. As soon as the lights were turned on, I was ashamed and left behind, for fear that others would see it.
"Ask your family how Christmas is!", "You too, have a good New Year!" It's
all bullshit.
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