I wrote this article because I have been cross-reading on the plane, which led to a momentary understanding of all the states that I seem to be happy to describe in the text. So I felt the need to record these messy thoughts and sort them out in words. as usual.
At the beginning of lunch, I intuitively opened a movie called Ghosts. The film has been using long, long shots to describe the pattern of a ghost in a sheet looking at the world. The sheets were expressionless, all you could see were two dark holes. The lens looks as uncomfortable as you stare into someone's eyes for a long time. To put it bluntly, it is actually that a person may not be able to face such a scene that seems to be unchanged but secretly surging. The ghost of the house said he was waiting for someone, but who he could not remember. After about 20 hours, I can no longer remember the complicated feelings I had when watching the film. Now that I think about it, the long shot of the film just creates a sense of absurdity. How the world around me changes and switches seems to have nothing to do with me. I'm just waiting here for what I want. In fact, I don't know if these things will come. Since it is like this, then I have to wait. There is a section in the film interspersed with a person's explanation of the existence of human beings. The general point of view is that it is inevitable for people to die, and all the individuals we see are actually the bits and pieces of the entire historical process. In the end, we, to be precise, the entire universe still cannot escape the fate of dust and dust. The last time I felt this way was when I opened Google Maps to take a look at the Norwegian coastline. I just wanted to go back and see where I've been, so I turned on the satellite map mode. What I saw was far more shocking than I imagined. Looking at the dark sea and the whitish land, you feel that this unknown world is so big that it seems to swallow you at any time, even though the past two decades have been peaceful. And you, standing in this corner now, I have never seen from the sky.
I tried to connect the words spoken after drinking at the party to the main thread of the film itself. Dust to Dust is ostensibly at odds with the sheet that's left his body and stands beside him listening to him. But sheets don't ask for immortality. The existence of the sheets is only to show that even if it is dust and dirt, I still want to see that my obsession will be fulfilled one day. Although the eye of the sky has no intention of looking for me, there is always sunshine covering the place where I should wake up. When you open your eyes, Obsession runs quietly like a background program, and a small window pops up from time to time to tell you what else you can do if you are still alive. I originally thought that I wanted to define this background program as something that supports the meaning of life, but after thinking about it, I found that it is more like picking out one monster after another in the level-breaking mode, and then taking it out of my pocket and looking at the seal is very good A piece of paper, the so-called greed, hatred and ignorance. Thinking back about the plot, I still can't understand why the sheets are reluctant to leave, and I don't even understand how the note hidden in the crevice got rid of his thoughts after a long wait. Here I have no intention to speculate on what kind of thought this film is trying to convey, because in fact, human beings are a complex and multi-faceted whole. I've seen a lot of soft but heart-pounding shots, but what's left in the end feels really contradictory. In the face of so many contradictory attempts to explain the world, you don't know which one is right, and you don't know which one you should accept when you're wearing a shroud like an invisibility cloak. As ghosts that have always been attached to the flesh, of course we have no way to label them simply as obsessions in the sky. But without the interference of the physical body, it is easier for ghosts to clear their minds and end things that they feel need to end, including themselves. Camus mentioned in the myth of Sisyphus that the most fundamental philosophical question is whether or not to commit suicide. The sheets can get rid of the flesh and watch the world without eating or drinking, can watch the person they love sleeping peacefully in bed all night, and can wander wherever they want to go like Jiraiya wearing an invisibility cloak. bathhouse. There is no hindrance, no income, and the settlement will be easier. In fact, what I don't understand here is that since it is so easy, why do the ghosts in the literary works we see always seem to be reincarnated as human beings. But this is another question, which is not covered here.
However, as a flesh body that needs to obey the laws of nature, how can it be so thorough. At least so far I've been living a life that's exhausting, if not rushing. Every day I think about how to plan the future journey to maximize the benefits, and how to achieve financial freedom in a limited time. When I was thinking about it, I would not do simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division next to the formula I just wrote on the scratch paper. It seems that these numbers will be realized when they are written down. In fact, it was in this state of mind that I came up with the idea of writing this article. When I started writing, I thought I was looking at three conflicting values. I saw the yearning of the British people after the social dinner held in London after World War II, and I saw that people who said that Silicon Valley mobile people felt that their lives were actually destined to be turbulent, and the unfamiliar environment brought long-lost chicken blood. In the long shot of ghosts and ghosts, I suddenly get lost again. I feel that in fact, after all your life, you can't beat the desert. Even if you love the person walking back and forth with a wine glass beside you, even if you flow like water to a strange territory, you can catch it. It's just a very small amount of time. And this is first ambition and then disappointment, but because I want the world to become a part of myself and deny the fact that I am not even a part of the world. Although he clearly knew that he could not exist forever, he did not realize that he had ignored this subconsciously. Just like the Turks queuing up at the German customs, when the customs officer shouted that the trouble with a European passport is here to pass the customs, he looked down at his passport, wanted to move but did not move.
I've forgotten whether I wrote this article to come to a conclusion about where I should go in the future. What I can barely feel now is that no matter how hard I try, I may not be able to give up at the moment when the exponential function explodes. And when I really work hard, no matter whether I am active or passive, I have no way to relax and think about these things. All right. So be it.
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