We're always fighting the idea of ​​"I want to end it all"

Mason 2022-04-20 09:02:07

Those desolate, dim, and painful things in life are like chronic diseases, and they will not get better. It will be a snowy night. You drag the ground, trying to clean up all this, or to reconcile.

We are the collection of what we see and hear - well said. [I want to end all this] It is a good interpretation of the short and chaotic life. Those desolate, dim, and painful are like stubborn diseases, and they will not get better. It will be a snowy night, you drag the ground, I want to clean up all this, or reconcile. The old man in [I want to end all this] looks back on his life, those clips that are constantly cut and unreasonable, moments, thoughts finally gave birth to a deep "hatred", which is a buried more specific than concrete The specific feelings of the specific events at the moment are even more deeply regretful and powerless. At this time, fate is prominent and God despises. I often think about how the end of the mediocre dream ends, isn't it just reconciliation with mediocrity? The old man in the film tried his best to fight the idea of ​​"I want to end all this", constantly processing memories, beautifying memories, and even creating memories, telling himself that thoughts are more authentic than actions, so what? When it's time to end, no matter how far away, you're always going back to the here and now, and you want to end it all in frustration.

[I want to end all of this], this high-level magic film burns both the brain and the mind, and it all burns out. The director used a reversed way to present the state of recollection or recollection, not to mention old age, recollection has become complicated for me now, so I can understand the expression logic in the film . What's even more awesome about the director is that he not only presented these, but also presented his dreams and subconscious thoughts, emotions, including hatred, as well as his intention to beautify his memory and try to deceive himself. I really admire it. Some movies are like a bucket of cold water poured on the body, full of chills, especially in this cold winter.

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  • Young Woman: [about his onset dementia] I'm sorry that y-you're...

    Father: That's okay. Truth is, I'm looking forward to when it gets very bad and I don't have to remember that I can't remember!

  • Young Woman: Coming home is terrible whether the dogs lick your face or not; whether you have a wife or just a wife-shaped loneliness waiting for you. Coming home is terribly lonely, so that you think of the oppressive barometric pressure back where you have just come from with fondness, because everything's worse once you're home. You think of the vermin clinging to the grass stalks, long hours on the road, roadside assistance and ice creams, and the peculiar shapes of certain clouds and silences with longing because you did not want to return. Coming home is just awful. And the home-style silences and clouds contribute to nothing but the general malaise. Clouds, such as they are, are in fact suspect, and made from a different material than those you left behind. You yourself were cut from a different cloudy cloth, returned, remaindered, ill-met by moonlight, unhappy to be back, slack in all the wrong spots, seamy suit of clothes dishrag-ratty, worn. You return home moon-landed, foreign; the Earth's gravitational pull an effort now redoubled, dragging your shoelaces loose and your shoulders etching deeper the stanza of worry on your forehead. You return home deepened, a parched well linked to tomorrow by a frail strand of... Anyway... You sigh into the onslaught of identical days. One might as well, at a time... Well... Anyway... You're back. The sun goes up and down like a tired whore, the weather immobile like a broken limb while you just keep getting older. Nothing moves but the shifting tides of salt in your body. Your vision blears. You carry your weather with you, the big blue whale, a skeletal darkness. You come back with X-ray vision. Your eyes have become a hunger. You come home with your mutant gifts to a house of bone. Everything you see now, all of it: bone.