The place where I can't go back is called my hometown

A play supported by five high-value actors. When you work hard outside, you have little success. In your early 30s, you find out that you have cancer. After 12 years of not returning home, do you want to confess to your family? The bright and colorful garden, the mother's heavy makeup but the cracks left by the years can't be covered, you missed your brother's wedding, there is a beautiful sister-in-law you have never met, they already have a 6-year-old child; Grow up and worship the younger sister you want to rush out but stop; a mother who tries to explain for you as you cover up for you but can't hide your eager waiting and expectation for you; a mother who takes on family responsibilities and thinks she has lost her life Furious brother. The closer someone is, the harder it is to return once they leave. Lovers can give up, how can family members be wiped out? Here are your life and memories. Such a painful tug-of-war unfolds in Dolan's unique details, an inexhaustible communication, not just being blindfolded.


What is home? The opening lyrics say so.

Lawrence teaches you to question the controlling desires of your mother's love, and Elaine tells you that your mother is not just a mother, she is a woman, and your growth is almost a mirror of her time. Then home is a place, a web entwined with love, and beings on the web carefully maintain this balance. People who have been away from home for a long time will have the apprehension and anticipation on the way home, and will have the enthusiasm and joy to step into the house, and under the stretched skin on the surface, the breath you are familiar with will soon meet you. Predicted topics, squabbles, no matter how patiently you listen, you're a stranger, and everyone understands that everyone pretends you're not eager to fill your absence. How did you leave home 12 years ago?
The three polite remarks maintained on the postcard obviously cannot be avoided on this occasion. The questioning and catharsis of the younger sister, and you only see the shadow of the past dangling in the dust-a moment of sensitivity and reminiscence unique to the writer. The sister-in-law really wants to chat with you, but her gentleness and meticulousness are cold and embarrassing over and over again (I want to praise Marion's acting skills, the goddess of high-cold aura can also be so careful). Your mother understands you very well, but in her love you see your selfishness and escape, and her love and hugs are beyond your ability to bear. I tried very hard to be nostalgic and pull everyone's common memory, but the smile and joy are always hasty, like a ball that is constantly thrown in the air. How to speak, the lover on the other end of the phone can say anything, but the family does not know how to speak. Finally got to my brother, he will never forgive you. He pierces your sensitivity. People who study liberal arts always like to use some irrelevant openings to probe the atmosphere. He is torn apart. He is familiar with your words and routines. His patience, Mediocrity and irritability have an outlet. Everyone has their own reasons. And remember you in your heart, because of your absence, all the bad things seem to flow to you.

You try your best to look good, but you have to leave for this second.
At the moment of watch, a bird flew into the room, it fled in the room in panic and died.
You carry your luggage and prepare to leave the room.
The story of the world is not romantic, and love also has its complexity and cruelty.
Your young lover has died of cancer, brother told you.

Not every story about home has to be warm. Tear off the empty label, everyone is not wrong but sometimes it is unavoidable and there is no forgiveness.

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