idleness and extreme emptiness
are called "edges", that is, there is nothing left to lose, and there is an abyss ahead.
Ultimately, Scott lost two dads, a physical father and a spiritual godfather. Mike and his buddies shouted "Bob" in the cemetery like "God is dead". Scott was mentally castrated cleanly, and the agitation and excitement of the pillar of the sky had been cut off, and the looseness like a cloud converged on the body of a suit and leather shoes. He just looked away silently, perhaps not remembering that a man among these people once sat by a flame and said to him, "I love you."
The road in the fields of Idaho reappears at the end of the film, with yellow on one side Decaying grass, but still lush on one side. The road is the dividing line, and the road is also the choice. Mike fell convulsively and fell into a coma again, the grimace-like scenery in front of him seemed to be a ruthless mockery of him. People who passed by looted it without mercy, and the last thing he held in his hand was gone. Another car stopped, this time he was rescued.
Where is the next stop, no one knows, only for sure, it must be far, far away.
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