It held a huge mirror on my face for 100 minutes, I am not any angel, I am not a footless bird, I am not someone who buries secrets in a tree hole, and I am not obsessed with seeing Buenos Aires. They at Leith Falls. But I am already one of all, all of this imitation of fantasy and reality.
I have believed in one thing since I was a child, that is, there is a camera following me, so I have a hopeless habit of talking to myself. Even if there is someone around me, I cannot enter this conversation. Believe me, every step under my foot is on the film, and when I grow up, I know that it is usually 16mm.
The film has been filming, any mistakes, laughs, or even the whole script is messed up, there is no card and no next Action. Entering the cafe, the door closed with a bang, I felt my hand warm on the first cup of Mocha, the sweet but not greasy cheese cake, the night mixed with the taste. No, she had blueberry Pie with vanilla Ice cream, but it didn't matter. There is another person in this space, jumping into the library alone, drowsy due to the heat from the pavement, waiting, all waiting in different directions, but they can all overlap in a certain fallen situation. If you get lost, stand still. But the people who are looking for are always strangers to the direction, how can you expect others to find you? There is no place, it is not itself at all times.
You see an emotion that accumulates over time and becomes bitter and deep, but the veins it can show are only a little bit. When you see it, it seems to be worn down by the mountains and rivers. When he raised the gun, I knew that I would die in the end. The person will be himself. And the plot, all the plot, has become a bluff that doesn't need to be guessed, and it's just the right way to use it improperly.
There are paradoxes everywhere. While waiting, there are new expectations. While walking forward, you are actually heading in the direction you came from. Where is it? My head is heavily oppressed by the passing minutes, my eyelids can’t be lifted up, and when I close it, it seems like I’m entering a tunnel, my voice is amplified, hitting my eardrums, I’m confused, and I can’t identify the scene. Outline silhouette. And which line I could write, gave me a slap in the face, and tears came together in the eyes that were separated by a brush. I didn't read my own script because you know it wasn't and probably wasn't worth writing. When I woke up, I was frightened by my sudden tears. The progress of the movie was still hazy. I went out for a while, and Xiaobai was clearly sitting next to him. What was he dreaming about?
No, not touching at all, don't judge me moved by Wong Kar Wai. Although I still admire this man's meticulous chewing of time behind his sunglasses, but that's all, I just like it too, just like you do.
So many choices and indecision wrap our hearts, like sticky sentences, and life is stretched so long all of a sudden. And according to that sentence, if you want to not be rejected, you must reject others first. Afraid of being hurt, he said that he did not give his feelings. Who knows that during the whole process, all these awe-inspiring gestures have already exhausted himself with little energy.
Their ending is a warm placebo at the end of the year's exhaustion and turmoil, for others to see. The circle of life has the magic of alienation from people. If you want to watch it carefully, you and I are always blessed by this miracle, the miracle of meeting, even the miracle of walking a certain distance together. It was at the end of this low year that I suddenly opened my heart, knowing that I was still a person who could naively believe in sparks that were contaminated with clichés but could not be replicated. I believe that even if everything is mortal, a pure white memory flower can bloom in my heart. In the end, I can have something to accompany, except for the air.
The movie is over, the movie has not started, the movie is played by time, and there is no meaning to stop.
Melancholy? no. Just a small blue heart in the palm of your hand. We can't watch it because we're in it.
Sugar
December 27, 2007
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